How I Met Your Disappointment

This isn't going to be a blog post where I vent about how How I Met Your Mother ended horribly and tragically.  Nah, spent most of the spring thinking and yelling out loud to anyone within ear shot how much the show let me down.

So this is going to be a blog post wherein I say that even though the show ended on such a horrible and stupid note (seriously how can you kill off the Mother???  I mean it's the MOTHER!) when season 9 of the show appears magically on my Netflix yesterday, I have spent nearly the entire day watching nothing but the show again.

The show ended.  It left me terribly unfulfilled.  There was a happy ending that Ted deserves and killing the mother off so soon into their marriage wasn't it.  But despite all that, the show was over. My favorite show.  The one that brought me comfort and happiness.  The one I spent nearly a decade dissecting for the newest mother clues.  Years spent speculating and cultivating new Mother theories. Years I wasn't willing to throw away due to a crappy ending.

So even though I don't accept the ending, I still accept the journey.  There's a HIMYM episode for everything in my life.  When we moved to Rhode Island, I watched Moving Day.  When my aunt died, I watched Last Words.  The show has been with me in sickness and in health like Star Wars was to Ted (and actually me too!) And it will be there for me forever I guess, bad ending and all.