I believe we all know from my mourning at the end of Friday Night Lights and One Tree Hill (I'm not even linking the posts; they're pathetic; I'm so sappy and attached) that I get a little emotionally involved with the characters in my "stories."
*If you haven't watched the April 23rd episode of Grey's yet, no huge plot reveals are coming, but some spoilers ahead.*
Poor Meredith can't catch a break.
So while I can't live without MerDer, I'm pretty grateful I don't live in a world created by screenwriting and television. I get to live in my little house with my real family and navigate life's challenges with a Big God at the helm. Even if I do let myself get caught up in some fiction every now and again.
(Maybe I get more caught up than I'm willing to admit. Oops! Haha!)