The Third Gilmore Girl

by Kelly Bishop

You work extremely closely with people for years, the show goes down, and you never speak to them again. All the promises of regular dinners, and cocktails, and anniversaries to be celebrated disappear. The whole show becomes a memory. A fever dream where you were younger, and thinner, with tons of friends to sing “Happy Birthday” to you and you thought that moment was never going to end.

I knew all that before I married him, so what was I thinking? Well, stop me if you’ve heard this one, but I guess I thought I could fix him. I forgot to ask if he wanted to be fixed.

I’m so lucky to be me, because I get to hang around with myself. It had nothing to do with ego and everything to do with a lifelong awareness that I’ve always enjoyed my own company.

transition from mourning the past to celebrating it—and it wasn’t even a conscious effort on my part—was the magical,