What is your biggest pet peeve?
Am I the only one who can't stand salmon colored scrubs? If Addison hadn't stopped wearing them I might have just gone insane. They look wrong, scrubs are suppose to be various shades of blue. Who thought to make salmon the color of scrubs? I know that some people like to be fancy and change it up and I know I've seen my fair share of strange scrubs in my years as a surgeon but salmon? What kind of name for a color is salmon anyway? Why not trout? Or just call them pink. I don't like pink.
I prefer my dark blue scrubs. Royal blue might be the technical color but I prefer them.
Addison, I'm not making fun of you, I promise. I just don't like salmon colored scrubs, nor do I like purple ones or yellow or green or any of the other colors I've seen parading around the hospital lately but Salmon? Salmon colored scrubs are my least favorite.
Cheaters. I hate them. Which borders on ironic since I'm now one of them. A lot of people would say that Meredith was my mistress. I wouldn't. Addison and I were separated and I felt no obligations to her what so ever. The only thing I feel that I did wrong in that situation was not tell Meredith from the start.
Addison's excuse, while I can't deem it unacceptable, is a load of crap. I was indifferent and I didn't look at her the way I used to. I was not being the best husband I could be and there are so many reasons why the deterioration of our marriage is my fault – but she slept with my best friend to get my attention? That's crap. It's what she says now, it's the way she's been able to justify her actions to herself and me and we've both accepted it. It's still a load of crap. She was lonely, yes, she was neglected, yes, she thought it would solve our problems and get my attention?
It got my attention alright.
Right now it's hard for me to judge. After Prom, after what I've done to two people I care deeply for, judging Addison makes me just a little bit more scum than I was before I judged. But I'm not going to rationalize what I did with excuses. I'm not going to justify it with fears or doubt or anything else I could probably pull out of my ass. I love Meredith and I want Meredith and I let myself get caught up in a moment and anger and want. I was selfish and heartless and I knew the consequences when I stepped away from my wife and jogged after the woman I wanted but I did it anyway. I have no justification or excuses. All I have now is a dilemma; How to handle the consequences.
