"Marisa, NO!"

"Marisa, no. You can't do this."

"Ray? G-get out. You can't be here. I have a wedding to attend. GET OUT!"

"You can't marry Josh."

"And why not? Whatever I might have felt for you, Ray, it's over. I love Josh now."

"You don't understand. You can't marry Josh because -"

"BECAUSE WHAT?"

"Because... he's your brother."

WTFOMG!!!

That last part was, of course, me.

Ah, soap operas. I love them so much. You name it; EastEnders, Coronation Street, Neighbors, Home and Away, Days of Our Lives - I love them.

Sometimes I wish life was like a soap opera. Sure, your Aunt May might have amnesia, your husband might be cheating on you, and your son might have died at birth, but -

After fifty minutes and a load of ads, your Aunt May's miraculously cured, your husband and his other woman have died in a freak car accident, and your son is actually alive and was instead taken away at birth. Then you, your son, and your Aunt May stroll out the doors into the sunshine to the signature soap opera jingle.

All you have to do in between the ads is look shocked and say a load of cheesy things.

I could totally rock at soap operas, but I don't think I could be all weepy and clap my hands to my mouth and say, "NO!" every five minutes.

If I could create a soap opera, I'd probably rip off EastEnders and call it WestStarters or something. Or maybe Abdication Lane, though it doesn't quite have the same ring as Coronation Street, does it?

Still, I reckon life in a soap opera would be awesome. You don't ever see kids in soap operas getting zits of having to do homework.

You don't see them eating chocolate either.

Oh.

Ah.

Leaving you to think abut this more deeply,

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