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Emma: He understood that I wasn’t doing it for the kids. I was doing it for you.
Will: Emma, I’m so sorry.
Emma: No - gosh, no, it’s not your fault. I really messed up. He was absolutely right, I was settling for him. Really, one blink from you, Will, and I would’ve been out of the door. So, um, I e-mailed my resignation to Figgins. My last day is Monday. I just can’t… I just can’t be at that school. I can’t see Ken without feeling ashamed and I can’t see you without feeling heartbroken.
Will: I just left my wife.
Emma: No, I’m sorry, I, um… I’m going.
Will: But I just -
Emma: Just left your wife. Exactly. You just did.
Will: You make a beautiful bride.
Emma: Thank you.
Why is it always me who has to do every little thing for you? I feel like I’m a slave. Like that’s all I’m good for. Sometimes, all I do is walk by and you yell at me. Even when I’m just eating breakfast, you find something to get mad at me for. Then you build every little thing I’ve done wrong since forever ago and just throw it all at me, telling me why I’m such a bad kid. You bring my confidence down. It hurts when you make fun of me all the time. It hurts when you say “No” after I’ve done nothing but do things for you all day. And later on, you let Sey go outside and not me. I’m the one who does everything you ask me to do, when you ask me. And I’m the one who gets in trouble the most. I’m the one who gets hurt and hit the most. It’s always me. Even when Kuya was around. I don’t know, I just feel like I need more credit. You don’t know what my life is like outside of the house. You don’t know when I’m feeling really bad on some days. It’s not your fault, but you should really consider the fact that I might just be having a bad day if my room is closed and my head is down. I never feel like I’m loved around here. When Sey walks out to go eat breakfast on Saturdays, you guys say “Hi baby” to her. I don’t even remember the last time you guys said that to me. Sure, she may be a girl [the only girl] but it still makes me feel bad. Or, whenever she gets in trouble, a few minutes later you come back and treat her like she’s an angel again. But when I get in trouble, yea you come back in a few minutes. But for me, it’s to keep on telling me why I’m such a bad kid and all the things I’m doing wrong. And you keep coming every few minutes just to tell me the same things and make me feel worse. I don’t know if I’m overreacting, or what. But damn I miss how everything used to be.
I wont lie, this made me tear a bit. Only because anything about fathers have the power to make me cry. YOU SHOULD WATCH TOUGH LOVE & THE EPISODE ABOUT THEIR DADS!! O:
"Many times you can’t find yourself until you lose everything else."
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Brooke : Mom, I can’t have kids.
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Victoria : How did Julian take the news ?
Brooke : He told Alex he wants kids.
Victoria : Well, maybe he’s not the one for you.
Brooke : But what if I’m the one for him ?One Tree Hill 7.11 - You Know I Love You, Don’t You
Seems like the writers have decided to mess with my ships this week … Sophia Bush is just amazing in this episode.
BROOKE: Tell me you are not lying here torturing yourself with a copy of Lucas’ book.
PEYTON: “In that moment my triumph was not a State Championship but a moment of clarity.”
BROOKE: I read it honey, I know how it ends.
PEYTON: That’s funny, because it seems like Lucas’ has forgotten. Oh Brooke, he asked Lindsey to marry him…
BROOKE: What? That’s crazy.
PEYTON: Maybe. Or maybe crazy is me thinking that he could still have feelings for me after all these years.
BROOKE: We both know that Lucas has a history of throwing himself into the wrong relationships… especially when he can’t admit the truth about who he loves.
PEYTON: No. It’s different this time.
BROOKE: Okay…
PEYTON: What am I supposed to do?
BROOKE: Come here. First, you’re going to let go. (She hands Peyton the book and nods. Peyton takes it and puts it in the fireplace.) Now we’re going to sit, and you are going to cry on my shoulder for as long as you need to. Okay?
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One Tree Hill 5x08
Quinn: You know, I might need an agent if I make the squad.
Clay: -Laughs- You’re a terrible dancer!
Quinn: That’s not fair!
Clay: It’s a turn on, actually.
Quinn: -Laughs- Oh yeah?!
Clay: It worked for me, for some reason.