(Spoilers below if you haven't seen the finale...)
Grey's Anatomy. I hate you. I invest my heart in this show and it seems like every time I like someone, you go out of your way to kill them. They can't ride off into the sunset to happiness or a spin-off--like maybe Addison. They have to die.
Even if they don't die--like Izzy--you turn the characters into someone unrecognizable so I don't care.
I guess I should have known when I saw the scenes above last week that it was the end of Lexi. I should have known, but I thought FOR ONCE someone could be happy on this show. A happy couple...for once.
Lexi humanized Mark. She made him likable. He wasn't so arrogant with her. I really pulled for them and when they broke up, I assumed they'd get back together someday.
Well, there will be no someday for Lexi. Just like with George. No more "somedays."
I watched the rest of the show with Kepner grating on my last nerve. Why couldn't SHE have been on the damn plane? Or Owen? Or Teddi? I could give a long list of people I'd rather see dead before Lexi.
I sit here and bitch and gripe, but I know next September when the show comes back, I'll have my butt parked on the couch to see what happens. I just hate having my emotions screwed with so much every week...