Emily couldn't get out of bed. She felt despondent. Her only daughter, pregnant at 16. GED. An innkeeper. Traipsing around with practically a teenager. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Lorelai was supposed to have a big amazing life, blessed with children and travel, and DAR membership. How did everything go so wrong? So many missteps, and since the Chilton days Emily had finally made a connection with her only child. Granted, there were still tense moments, arguments, etc. but at least she was a part of Lorelai's life. The split was happening again and Emily didn't know if she could survive the heartbreak of losing contact with Lorelai again. Looking at Rory during dinner was torturous. The promise of what could have been, happening to Rory instead of Lorelai. How did Emily's daughter, following a peasant's path, get the daughter that she, Emily was supposed to have? Of course she was thrilled with Rory's progress and her station in life, but dammit, Lorelai was supposed to have those opportunities, to want those opportunities too.