Today, while Lucky literally fell asleep waiting for something to happen in his plot — I sympathize, Lucky! truly! — his father and brother were busy destroying more of his childhood for no other reason than (I can only assume) everyone who writes this show actively hates everyone still watching it:
LUKE: Ethan, I disrespected my marriage with Laura over and over again. It wasn’t a secret I kept from her. She knew about it. But she wouldn’t kick me out. Not completely.
ETHAN: Right. Guess that made running away easier?
LUKE: It made me feel like I was loved unconditionally.
ETHAN: That is a powerful gift. One that you abused over and over again.
LUKE: Because I didn’t want to feel like a fly trapped in amber. And if you’re lucky, maybe one day you’ll find the same thing.
ETHAN: That has to be one of the worst things you have ever said to me.
I don’t–I can’t even… What? Why? Didn’t we just have this conversation?
It’s funny. To read this blog lately, you might assume I was a huge Luke and Laura fan. But the truth is I was introduced to them in the 90s, when they were middle aged parents and I was a teenager hooked on Sonny and Brenda. They were never my favorites. I enjoyed the variety the Spencer family brought to the canvas. But I also struggled to reconcile their brutal history with their loving present. Luke could be obnoxious. Laura could be a pill. Lucky was judgmental and sanctimonious as hell at times. I am not willing to die on the altar of their perfect family, okay?
But here’s the thing: I really, really resent being told that the things I saw weren’t the things that I saw. And lately, it’s getting hard to tell if the writers have more contempt for Laura or for the audience.
So now, we’re meant to believe she had Luke trapped in misery even before dragging him into suburban hell?
And suddenly, Laura was such a limp dishrag with no pride or self-esteem that she knowingly allowed Luke to be unfaithful to her over and over again for years — because what? The privilege of being dragged around the world with a small child being chased by mob goons while granting unconditional love to a cheating rapist husband was just every little girl’s dream?
Oh, fuck you, no, Garin Wolf.
You know, we’ve talked a lot about Luke’s feelings around here. Screw Luke. Let me tell you what I know about Laura Spencer. I didn’t always agree with or understand her choices (see above, re: rapist) but she sure as hell wasn’t a woman who didn’t know her own mind.
She didn’t share her husband:
She didn’t suffer disrespect:
Her forgiveness was not unconditional:
And she didn’t back down from a fight when it really mattered to her:
Oh, look at that. She didn’t beg her husband to change, either. She just kicked his sorry ass out of her house. Funny how that’s the part neither he nor Lucky ever seems to remember.
Seriously, unless this is all leading up to Genie Francis literally kicking the ass of every single member of her family, I am so very done with this shit.
And now, your One Life to Live moment of zen:
TODD: Tina… that was very unexpected. Thank you.
TINA: You’re welcome.
ME: WEEPING OPENLY
Take every feeling of rage I felt during General Hospital, reverse it and magnify it by ten. That’s the level of joy Tina booping her baby brother’s nose gave me, y’all.