Okay, before you judge, let me explain.
Many years, ago, I used to tend my sweet friend Brittany's baby. Now he's like fourty and my hair is gray. But during this time, he was on a schedule. Nap, eat, wake, nap, eat, wake, etc. Somewhere in there, nap time landed at 11:00. The time of All My Children. So I would watch. I quickly got wrapped up in the characters, their lives and the story lines.
I had my favorite characters, and my least favorite characters. I had my favorite story lines, and my not so favorite lines.
I really like Bianca and Reece. But I hated that they got married. Enough said.
I was stuck to the TV to find out who shot Adam/Stuart.
I never expected to see who did it!
And somebody was always mad at somebody because they were doing something or had schemed to do something.
Fast forward to about a year and a half ago. Jake was gone working in Jackson during the week. I was home alone all day, all week by myself. Looking back I was having some serious anxiety/depression about everything. But during this time, All My Children was on my daily routine. I cried when they cried, and laughed when they laughed. Most of the time, I could predict where the story was going. I seriously felt like I knew these people. Is that so lame?
I don't watch as much these days.
Fast forward to yesterday.
They announced that it would be canceled in the Fall. I didn't cry, because then I really would have a serious problem. But I must admit that I was sad. Not only because I had been watching forever, but it seems almost like an institution. Forty years is a long time. I'm just guessing that their are people out there that have been watching for the entire forty years. How does that make them feel? It's like a best friend was just ripped from their daily house.
What will happen when all the Soap Operas are gone?
Now you can judge me.
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