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"How, Mom? How could you do that to me?" Lorelai ranted, trying with every fiber of her being to at least hear her mother's lame attempt at an excuse..or reason, as she knew Emily would put it.
"Now is not the time, Lorelai. This is my wedding."
"Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before you invited Christopher. God, what did you say to him? You know what, scratch that, I don't even want to know."
"Lorelai-"
"No, Mom. You're going to listen to me for a change. You've never listened to a thing I've said, but you're going to this time." Emily stood there in shock at the seriousness and acid that was dripping form her daughter's mouth. "You had no right. None. You do not run my life. You do not get a say in who I date, when I date them, or why I date them. I don't care if you think Christopher and I are 'meant to be' or whatever. I don't. I'm not in love with him. I don't think I ever was, not the way I should have been or the way you want me to be."
"Honestly-"
"I'm still talking." Lorelai blurted. "I don't know what it is you have against Luke. I'm not really sure I want to know. He is an amazing person. He's been there for me more than you ever have, Mom. He's the one that holds me and tells me that it's going to be ok. He's the one that put me back together every time you've made me cry. Not Dad, not Christopher. Luke. I swear that if this is it, if this is ruined, you will never hear from me again. As I said before, we're done. I'll let Rory make her own choice, but I can promise you, if she does talk to you, she'll never forgive you. She loves him."
"I know that."
"How is it that you're not at all bothered by the fact that you have just very possibly ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me? Rory excluded."
"He's not good enough for you."
"Here we go..." Lorelai threw her hands in the air and let them come to rest on her hips, laughing bitterly. "How isn't he good enough for me, Mom? Is it that he cares about my health? Or my safety? Or that all Rory or I have to do is ask him for anything and he'll drop whatever it is that he's doing to help us? Is it because he loves me? Huh? Is that it?"
"You don't know that. He's never even told you." Emily huffed.
"He doesn't have to."
"Lorelai, you can't honestly think-"
"I do, Mom. But here's the thing. I don't think. I know. I don't have to ask him. Hell, he doesn't even have to say it. It's there." Emily opened her mouth to retort, but Lorelai, once again, silenced her. The elder Gilmore was shocked to see tears making their way behind Lorelai's eyes. "It's there. Did you not hear me? Or are you blind? I can see it when I walk in the diner in the morning. I see it before I go to sleep most nights. He built me an ice skating rink on my front lawn last week. He built me a Chuppah for my wedding. Do you remember that? And he came here. He didn't want to. He only came because this was important to me."
"Well," Emily choked out.
"That's it? That's all you have to say. You're a real piece of work." Lorelai laughed bitterly once again.
"At least you're finally realizing that family is important." Emily reasoned and nodded with great difficulty.
"Past tense. Was. Look it up. I learned that much while I was in school." Lorelai shook her head and blinked back the tears that began to obscure her vision and threatened to fall. She turned her back on her mother and stalked off, her heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. She made it all the way to the end of the overly ornate hallway before turned to her mother one last time. "I always thought that deep down you were a good person, but I guess I'm wrong. You're just a snobby uptight bitch."
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I had to get that off my chest. Tonight's episode just...agh! Much ranting, I know. Tell me what you think!