"Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown"
Chapter Twelve: The Flower of My Secret, part two
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late-Third Season
Rating: PG -13
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Summary: Rory confronts her mother about her secret.
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Around six o'clock that evening, Rory was sitting at her desk when heard the front door open. Her anger at discovering Lorelai was in therapy had dissipated. Rory thought seeing a therapist would benefit her mother given the dysfunctional family dynamic between her mom and her grandparents. But she wasn't about to let her off the hook for keeping it a secret. She put her European history book down on her desk and went to greet her mother.
"Hey Mom, how was your day?"
"Oh, busy. Look what I brought home from Sookie's gourmet kitchen." Lorelai excitedly held up two large doggy bags. "We hosted a catered business function for an interior design trade group and we had some leftover goodies for dinner."
Rory grabbed the bags, put them on the kitchen table and began to examine the carryout tins.
"Ooh, thin crust goat cheese pizza! And garlic bread! And antipasto."
Lorelai produced a small bag. "But wait, there's more. If you act now, we'll throw in a tiramisu with real ladyfingers for dessert!"
Rory rubbed her stomach. "Oh yummy. Be sure to thank Sookie."
Lorelai grabbed some plates from the cupboard. "Oh, I already did. She told me to thank a group of gay men on the Zone diet. Put the tiramisu in the fridge and I'll warm the pizza and bread in the oven. Let's eat our antipasto first."
The girls sat down and started to dig in. Rory didn't want to ruin this movable feast and decided to wait until after dinner to talk to her mother about her secret. Instead, they talked about the usual things, Chilton competitiveness, Paris' latest freak out, and stupid things Michel said during the day to annoy Lorelai.
Once they finished their pizzas, Lorelai sat back in her chair. "Geez, I think I've gained a dress size just sitting here. Hey, maybe those interior designers are onto something."
Rory nooded. "I'm stuffed, too. I guess the tiramisu can wait."
"Well, we can always sink our teeth into it during "Angel."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Mom, you're so witty." Now that dinner was over, she decided it was time.
"Oh, before I forget there was a message on the machine for you, just thought you'd like to know."
"Anything important?"
"Why don't you go listen?"
Lorelai noticed her expectant tone, so she walked to the machine and pressed the button. After listening to the message, Lorelai knew she was busted. For a second, she tried to think of a plausible excuse but she knew Rory was too smart for that. And she had made up her mind to tell Rory about it sooner or later. It was a little sooner than she wanted, but the opportunity presented itself. She turned around and looked at her daughter standing with her arms crossed in front of her, waiting.
"Oh Rory, please don't be mad. I can explain. I bet you called the number didn't you?"
"Well just call me Curious George. Mom, I can't believe you are seeing a therapist whose last name is the same as our gynecologist!"
"Hello? HHHThat's the only thing that surprised you? Sharing the same surname?"
"Well, no. There's also the seeing a therapist part. I mean, I think that's probably a good thing. I'm just wondering when you'd get around to sharing this piece of news with me. How long have you been seeing her?"
Lorelai sat down on the couch and Rory followed.
"Only a couple of weeks - today was my second session. Rory, I was planning to tell you, I swear....what do you mean you think it's a good thing?"
"Well, I always thought given your relationship with Grandma and Grandpa that there are a lot of unresolved issues that you need to work through. Is that why you decided to go?"
"Um, maybe. But not the primary reason."
"Then what made you take the plunge?"
Lorelai remembered when Luke asked her the same exact question. How could she explain this to Rory truthfully, without saying too much?
"Well, I started having some weird dreams a couple of weeks ago and they were affecting my sleep, as you know and I was all stressed out. Luke noticed and he gave me Dr. Lieberman's number, he thought she might be able to help me."
"So Luke knows about this? Hey, he's not in therapy too, is he?"
"No, the doctor is a friend of Nicole's. Hey, can you picture Luke in psychoanalysis? He'd lament that the grunge look died in '94 along with Kurt Cobain and isn't about to make a return to the runways anytime soon!"
"No, I guess not. So the only person who knows about this is Luke."
"Yeah, and now you. And I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want to be the lead story in the Stars Hollow Gazette or encourage Lorelai Psycho Watch 2003 on the town website."
"I'll take it to the grave." Rory crossed her heart, unknowingly echoing Luke's vow. "But, mom, I'm curious. I used to be the one to analyze your dreams, what made you decide to see a professional?"
Lorelai sighed. "Well I used to have the odd disturbing dream, like last summer. But lately I've been having more of them. They're vivid and more frequent and since they were affecting my health I decided that I needed outside help."
"What are these dreams about?"
Lorelai heard the question she was dreading. "Honey, I'd rather not discuss them. In fact, Dr. Lieberman suggested that I only talk to her about them. It's a doctor/patient thing, sorry."
Rory looked at her mother skeptically but decided not to push. It seemed to her that Lorelai needed to talk to someone about the dreams but was too freaked out to share them with anyone close.
"I just have one more question. Does any of this therapy stuff have to do with my decision to have sex? The timing just seems a little too coincidental."
Lorelai looked at her daughter, she wasn't the only perceptive Gilmore. "You know, I haven't really talked about that yet with Dr. Lieberman, but maybe you're onto something."
"Well, I think this is freaking you out more than you'll admit. You got super involved right away, maybe you were trying to over compensate for your fear of me getting pregnant, and you're stressing out as a result."
"Hey, Dr. Gilmore. Are you sure you want to major in English at Yale? I wonder what kind of psychology program they have?"
"Well, when you read as many books as I do, character motives become second nature. I've always been fascinated by what makes people tick. And you are one fascinating character."
"Gee. Thanks, I guess. Rory, I hope that my decision to seek therapy won't affect the decision you've made. I mean, I don't want you to feel weird about this."
"Well, like I've said before, I'm not having sex tomorrow. I have my appointment on Saturday, and then I'll have to adjust to the pills and it's not like I picked out a date yet with Jess. I made it clear to him that it's my decision when it happens."
"Good. Then I guess we're done here?" Lorelai asked.
Rory nodded. "Yup, for now. Hey, I have some homework to do. I'll meet you at nine in front of the TV for our date with 'Angel'?"
"I'll bring the fangs and the tiramisu."
Rory went back into her bedroom to finish her reading assignment, but she couldn't concentrate. She wondered if her decision was a good idea, after all, if it drove her mother into therapy. It was at times like this she wished their lives weren't so intertwined. She was pretty sure what her mother's dreams, or most likely nightmares were about, too. If only she could get confirmation.
Lorelai went upstairs to work on her assignment for Dr. Lieberman. Her 2008 vision was easy. Rory was in her first year of graduate school, most likely Columbia, while interning at the New York Times. Meanwhile, she was back in Stars Hollow, running the Inn. Maybe she and Sookie had added a spa or something to the grounds.
She also envisioned her personal life. She was married with twin toddlers, a boy and a girl. But she couldn't picture her husband's face. All she knew was the feeling that he loved her and gave her everything she needed. Perhaps his identity would become clearer at a later date.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- A/N: I'm thinking of skipping ahead a few weeks for my next chapter. I'm running out of Almodovar films for chapter titles. I may have to recycle them or come up with new ones. Or maybe translate them into Spanish. "Lucas, la escuela!"
Chapter Twelve: The Flower of My Secret, part two
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late-Third Season
Rating: PG -13
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Summary: Rory confronts her mother about her secret.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------
Around six o'clock that evening, Rory was sitting at her desk when heard the front door open. Her anger at discovering Lorelai was in therapy had dissipated. Rory thought seeing a therapist would benefit her mother given the dysfunctional family dynamic between her mom and her grandparents. But she wasn't about to let her off the hook for keeping it a secret. She put her European history book down on her desk and went to greet her mother.
"Hey Mom, how was your day?"
"Oh, busy. Look what I brought home from Sookie's gourmet kitchen." Lorelai excitedly held up two large doggy bags. "We hosted a catered business function for an interior design trade group and we had some leftover goodies for dinner."
Rory grabbed the bags, put them on the kitchen table and began to examine the carryout tins.
"Ooh, thin crust goat cheese pizza! And garlic bread! And antipasto."
Lorelai produced a small bag. "But wait, there's more. If you act now, we'll throw in a tiramisu with real ladyfingers for dessert!"
Rory rubbed her stomach. "Oh yummy. Be sure to thank Sookie."
Lorelai grabbed some plates from the cupboard. "Oh, I already did. She told me to thank a group of gay men on the Zone diet. Put the tiramisu in the fridge and I'll warm the pizza and bread in the oven. Let's eat our antipasto first."
The girls sat down and started to dig in. Rory didn't want to ruin this movable feast and decided to wait until after dinner to talk to her mother about her secret. Instead, they talked about the usual things, Chilton competitiveness, Paris' latest freak out, and stupid things Michel said during the day to annoy Lorelai.
Once they finished their pizzas, Lorelai sat back in her chair. "Geez, I think I've gained a dress size just sitting here. Hey, maybe those interior designers are onto something."
Rory nooded. "I'm stuffed, too. I guess the tiramisu can wait."
"Well, we can always sink our teeth into it during "Angel."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Mom, you're so witty." Now that dinner was over, she decided it was time.
"Oh, before I forget there was a message on the machine for you, just thought you'd like to know."
"Anything important?"
"Why don't you go listen?"
Lorelai noticed her expectant tone, so she walked to the machine and pressed the button. After listening to the message, Lorelai knew she was busted. For a second, she tried to think of a plausible excuse but she knew Rory was too smart for that. And she had made up her mind to tell Rory about it sooner or later. It was a little sooner than she wanted, but the opportunity presented itself. She turned around and looked at her daughter standing with her arms crossed in front of her, waiting.
"Oh Rory, please don't be mad. I can explain. I bet you called the number didn't you?"
"Well just call me Curious George. Mom, I can't believe you are seeing a therapist whose last name is the same as our gynecologist!"
"Hello? HHHThat's the only thing that surprised you? Sharing the same surname?"
"Well, no. There's also the seeing a therapist part. I mean, I think that's probably a good thing. I'm just wondering when you'd get around to sharing this piece of news with me. How long have you been seeing her?"
Lorelai sat down on the couch and Rory followed.
"Only a couple of weeks - today was my second session. Rory, I was planning to tell you, I swear....what do you mean you think it's a good thing?"
"Well, I always thought given your relationship with Grandma and Grandpa that there are a lot of unresolved issues that you need to work through. Is that why you decided to go?"
"Um, maybe. But not the primary reason."
"Then what made you take the plunge?"
Lorelai remembered when Luke asked her the same exact question. How could she explain this to Rory truthfully, without saying too much?
"Well, I started having some weird dreams a couple of weeks ago and they were affecting my sleep, as you know and I was all stressed out. Luke noticed and he gave me Dr. Lieberman's number, he thought she might be able to help me."
"So Luke knows about this? Hey, he's not in therapy too, is he?"
"No, the doctor is a friend of Nicole's. Hey, can you picture Luke in psychoanalysis? He'd lament that the grunge look died in '94 along with Kurt Cobain and isn't about to make a return to the runways anytime soon!"
"No, I guess not. So the only person who knows about this is Luke."
"Yeah, and now you. And I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want to be the lead story in the Stars Hollow Gazette or encourage Lorelai Psycho Watch 2003 on the town website."
"I'll take it to the grave." Rory crossed her heart, unknowingly echoing Luke's vow. "But, mom, I'm curious. I used to be the one to analyze your dreams, what made you decide to see a professional?"
Lorelai sighed. "Well I used to have the odd disturbing dream, like last summer. But lately I've been having more of them. They're vivid and more frequent and since they were affecting my health I decided that I needed outside help."
"What are these dreams about?"
Lorelai heard the question she was dreading. "Honey, I'd rather not discuss them. In fact, Dr. Lieberman suggested that I only talk to her about them. It's a doctor/patient thing, sorry."
Rory looked at her mother skeptically but decided not to push. It seemed to her that Lorelai needed to talk to someone about the dreams but was too freaked out to share them with anyone close.
"I just have one more question. Does any of this therapy stuff have to do with my decision to have sex? The timing just seems a little too coincidental."
Lorelai looked at her daughter, she wasn't the only perceptive Gilmore. "You know, I haven't really talked about that yet with Dr. Lieberman, but maybe you're onto something."
"Well, I think this is freaking you out more than you'll admit. You got super involved right away, maybe you were trying to over compensate for your fear of me getting pregnant, and you're stressing out as a result."
"Hey, Dr. Gilmore. Are you sure you want to major in English at Yale? I wonder what kind of psychology program they have?"
"Well, when you read as many books as I do, character motives become second nature. I've always been fascinated by what makes people tick. And you are one fascinating character."
"Gee. Thanks, I guess. Rory, I hope that my decision to seek therapy won't affect the decision you've made. I mean, I don't want you to feel weird about this."
"Well, like I've said before, I'm not having sex tomorrow. I have my appointment on Saturday, and then I'll have to adjust to the pills and it's not like I picked out a date yet with Jess. I made it clear to him that it's my decision when it happens."
"Good. Then I guess we're done here?" Lorelai asked.
Rory nodded. "Yup, for now. Hey, I have some homework to do. I'll meet you at nine in front of the TV for our date with 'Angel'?"
"I'll bring the fangs and the tiramisu."
Rory went back into her bedroom to finish her reading assignment, but she couldn't concentrate. She wondered if her decision was a good idea, after all, if it drove her mother into therapy. It was at times like this she wished their lives weren't so intertwined. She was pretty sure what her mother's dreams, or most likely nightmares were about, too. If only she could get confirmation.
Lorelai went upstairs to work on her assignment for Dr. Lieberman. Her 2008 vision was easy. Rory was in her first year of graduate school, most likely Columbia, while interning at the New York Times. Meanwhile, she was back in Stars Hollow, running the Inn. Maybe she and Sookie had added a spa or something to the grounds.
She also envisioned her personal life. She was married with twin toddlers, a boy and a girl. But she couldn't picture her husband's face. All she knew was the feeling that he loved her and gave her everything she needed. Perhaps his identity would become clearer at a later date.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- A/N: I'm thinking of skipping ahead a few weeks for my next chapter. I'm running out of Almodovar films for chapter titles. I may have to recycle them or come up with new ones. Or maybe translate them into Spanish. "Lucas, la escuela!"