This is a work in progress. I am re-writing A life forgotten because I wasn't happy with it. Now the first part of this chapter is written in Lorelai's point of view. I also changed the time frame. Added a couple of twists. Please keep in mind that it's a FANFICTION…These are my ideas that are mixed with those from the show. Be nice that's all I ask. and review if you like it.

Chapter One: New Surprises

Most people know me as the girl that got pregnant at sixteen, moved out of Hartford and disgraced my entire family. That was what happened in my childhood. I grew up, raised an amazing daughter and I love my town. This is what happens in my future. It's not very rosy; there are problems, a lot of them, but I get through it. Now it's the present. Just as rosy and fun-filled as everything else.

I was on my way to my parent's house because my daughter had called me telling me she had a big surprise. The fact that she had called me was huge. We have been arguing for weeks, mainly about her boyfriend, Logan. I can't help that he reminds me of my childhood in the Hartford Socialite. He has that complete arrogant asshole I'm-better-than-you-attitude and it's annoying. They are the ones that never have to work hard in their life. Or so they claim. Those are the ones that need to be knocked on their asses once in awhile.

I pulled up to my parent's house, trying to figure out what was going to happen. My own personal life is messed up, but I wasn't going to let that interfere with tonight. I walk into the house, giving my coat to this maid of the week, named Ingra, of course she was new and stupid, according to my mothers standards. Then Emily starts in on her harassment of my life. She wasn't exactly thrilled when I showed up announcing I got married. Rory wasn't either, which sparked all this drama.

I got married on a whim. Maybe it wasn't such a whim but I was in love. Well truly completely all out in love, with an ordinary man. It was perfect or so it seemed. I love him with all my heart, but we ran into some problems. And no he isn't the father of my child he's better. He moved in, completely. We bought a new car for me since my jeep finally died. Only took the car 18 years. Yea I know it's a long time to go with one car but when you're me, I don't like car shopping. Stupid thing.

But the actual father shows up constantly, messing everything up each time. He is thirty-two yet he acts like he's sixteen. He has a family of his own; on the other hand it gets better because his wife hates me. I've never met this woman but I would hate me too if my husband kept trying to get the other girl back. I'd kill him. This is the reason of my current separation status. The 'father' got in the way and pretty much wrecked everything. He thought we should get back together, completely ignoring the fact that we both had lives of our own, spouses who we loved, well for me it was true. He's just nuts. So we've decided to take some space, you know, do the whole 're-evaluate our lives', yada, yada, yada… I know what I want out of my life. To grow old with him, I want to have my middle with somebody I love to pieces not some creepy bizarre guy. It reminded me of a conversation I had with Sookie about all of this. She watches a lot of television. Which amazes me with all the time she spends at the Inn, but still.

We were sitting in the kitchen in the Inn. I had just told her about my current separation status. So Sookie started in on this cute story she heard on a talk show, well she thought it was cute anyway, "I heard about this couple on one of those morning shows, similar to you guys - all lovey-dovey, perfect for each other, you know, headed for marriage - and something major happened. Maybe they were already married. I'm not sure. Anyway they broke, even though they were madly in love with each other. They moved to different parts of the country. Had completely separate lives and ended up marring someone else."

"They married different people?" I asked questioningly, not liking where this story was heading.

Sookie was doing her best to try to convince me, "Yup and each of them had kids, grandkids even. Then their spouses died, and they were suddenly available again. They met up somehow and ended up talking, for hours on end. Telling each other everything that had happened since they last met. Sometime later, they started dating again, and now they're together. They're happily married, madly in love but only after forty years apart."

I was shocked, "That's a horrible story!"

"No, it's not!" Sookie retorted.

I was frustrated with this whole story. I didn't want to be forty years old and then get my middle. "What morning show was that on? I hate that story! That's not what I want to happen to me. I don't want that."

"But they ended up together," Looking at me, Sookie continued softly, "The point is that even if it takes forty years to figure it out, there's still a chance for a happy ending."

Trying not to cry, "But that's all they had! An ending! I don't want to have just an ending! I want to have my middle with him you know. To watch him grow old with me, to watch our kids grow old. I don't want to have those stupid kids or those ugly grandkids with that loser other guy! I want to have everything. I want the beginning, middle, and an end. I don't want to get married to some other guy. I want this one to work. To last."

Sookie wasn't trying to make me anymore upset, "I know, but you don't know, he could be a nice guy." I guess she was trying to lighten up the situation, though it wasn't working that well.

Softly I responded, "Even if he's a nice guy, he's not the guy I want to be with."

Agreeing with me, "You're right. It's not fair to him."

"No its not, It's not fair to him, either of them it's dishonest."

"Okay. I guess it was a bad example," watching my reaction," I'm Sorry."

Sighing heavily, "Oh, it's okay. You were just trying to cheer me up."

I knew this night would be strange, mainly because it was the last night we would see my father for about two months because he had some insurance thing in London. So of course my mother tries to cram a whole crap load of activities into one evening. An evening of hell! She just doesn't grasp that concept. In the living room sits my parents, Rory and my favorite person of the evening Logan, looking smug. I wanted to punch him. No matter how much time has passed and how long they've been together, I still don't like him.

We moved onto dinner, since 'Ingra' came in announcing bluntly that dinner was served even though it was 6:45. I liked this woman, she didn't care if Emily liked her, and she just did her job. We had roast beef, since it was Rory's favorite. I was laughing internally at Logan's face, it was obvious that he didn't care to be here. Eating with the grandparents, and the mother of his girlfriend. Then again neither did Rory. We finished dinner and went back into the living room. Would this night ever end? My parents looked like they knew what the news was already.

"So what's the big surprise?" Figured I would get the ball rolling on this lovely evening.

Logan looked at Rory, and she nodded. Great.

"Uh, Lorelai, Emily, Richard…"

Oh crap, a pause is never good.

"We are getting married."
"… I'm engaged."

The grandparents were thrilled beyond belief. My mind just went blank. They're all looking at me to say something. I muttered something incomprehensible, and excused myself into dad's study. How can I be happy for her, when her own mother can't even keep a marriage together? This day sucked. I sat down in the big chair behind the desk, laying my head on the table. Trying not to let my emotions escape. Next thing I know the door is thrown open, then slammed. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. It was just a matter of time.

"What the hell is your problem with Logan?" she asked angrily.

"Whoa, there cowboy. Where is this coming from?" standing up and walking around the desk towards her.

"I tell you I'm engaged, getting married and you couldn't care less."

"Well, what do you expect me to do, be happy for you. You weren't happy when I married Luke. You had dreamed of that moment since you were eleven."

"You didn't tell anybody. Just showed up acted calm and dropped it on us. Yes I dreamed of that then, but I've changed."

"Well duh you've changed. I'm not stupid. You're not eleven anymore, though I wish you were. But you are the same now as you were at eleven. Acting like you're better than everybody just because you're smart. Get over it. Get married. You won't like it. Why get married to some ass that has had everything handed to him. Why put yourself through that."

"Because I don't want to end up like you. I actually want to marry Logan okay. I want it to work. I want more out of life than constantly having to worry about money, clothing, everything."

"You haven't ended up like me. You went to college. Then you dropped out of college because of your new asshole father in law."

"Mom cut the freaking crap, I know you hate him, you can't even stand to be in a room with him for more than 5 minutes."

"Yes, okay, I hate him. I hate him because he isn't right for you. I hate him because of the way he's changed you. I see it but you will never see it. So go ahead. Make a mistake. Not like you listen to me anymore."

"You just don't like him because he's exactly what you ran away from."

"Yes he is. But you know what, the reason why you are in Yale is because of that reason. And why you went to Chilton. Because I put you before me, I always have. I came here asking my parents who hated me for having you, for money, because I didn't have it. I don't want you to grow up like this. To have everything handed to you. But why should you care anymore. You become the stay at home wife, you know go to tea parties, gossip. Whatever.

"I can't help it if they like me more than you. I'm not a screw up. They took me in when you refused to help me. I have always been more mature than you. Who says I'll be a stay at home wife, I like to work."

"Like Mitchum will let that happen. He'll have you tied down to some frivolous little thing. He'll send Logan on business trips all the time. Just to keep him from you. I worked my ass off to give you a good life. And you've done nothing lately but throw it in my face. So no I'm not excited and giddy. You have no idea what is going on in my life because you couldn't care less."

"Its not that I don't care but I have a life of my own. It's not about you anymore."

"It's never been about me. Don't you get it? Its always you, you have come first every time. Why do you think I waited 8 years to marry Luke? Out of fun. No, it was because anytime I changed anything you freaked out."

"I freaked out because you always made stupid decisions. You let Christopher back into our lives time after time, never thinking that he is going to leave again. Breaking both our hearts in the process and not even caring. And yes I know that he's the reason why your marriage is all messed up right now," I gasped, how could she know that, "Yes I talked to Luke, only to find out where you were. He said he didn't know and right at the moment he didn't care. I don't want to be like you. I don't want to have to give up everything for somebody else. I don't want to worry about little things. I want to have money. The bottom line is I'm getting married whether you like it or not. You can come to the wedding I don't care. I refuse to let myself become like you. I'm better than that. Better than you. I want more out of life than being stuck in Stars Hollow for the rest of my life. You're the reason why we are fighting and for that I hate you, because it was just another stupid decision that didn't work out!" And with that she stormed out of the study.

I sank into the chair next to me. Trying to figure out what just happened. As I sat there, my emotions won their fight. The tears came slowly, messing up my make-up I had hastily applied before I came here. I knew coming here tonight would be bad. But the worst part was that there was nobody at home to comfort me. How was I going to fix my own life if I couldn't even talk to my daughter? Emotionally drained, teary, and sad, I walked back into the living room. To my surprise everybody is still here. Great, just great!

"Lorelai are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. If it's all right with you, I'm going home. I've had enough fun filled drama for one night." I didn't even wait for a response and just left, barely shutting the door as I went. As soon as I walked outside, the tears came harder. Slugging into the car, I sat there, trying to make sense of my life so far. I always thought that raising a kid at sixteen was an amazing thing, especially if they got into college. But I was wrong. All it did was cause problems, on every level. I managed to find my one true love, get married and fuck it all up. I had my own secret but I didn't tell anybody. I wasn't even sure it was true, but know I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. My husband hated me as did my daughter, and my parents were to wrapped up in Rory and Logan to care. As I sat in my car, the snow started. I didn't even notice or smell it.

As I drove home, I cried harder, wracked with sobs, over the fact my marriage was failing and my own daughter hated me. It seemed like everything from tonight, to things with Luke, every emotional, traumatic thing in my life came crashing down on me. The snow was starting to fall harder, causing it to stick on everything. I couldn't focus on the road through the snow and the tears. I wasn't paying attention to where I was driving, because the next thing I knew the damn car was jerking all over the road. I tried to correct the car, make it head down the right lane again. All it did was force the car sideways, sending me tumbling every which way.

Regular POV:

As Lorelai's car flipped, the left side collided with a tree, crushing, bruising and breaking a majority of the bones on that side of the body. Her head forcefully hit the steering wheel causing it to split open and blood to run down her already tear stained face. The force of the crash and the blood loss pushed Lorelai into unconscious. The sounds of a crash sprang through the snowy wilderness alerting one compassionate bystander.