I have wanted to get back to my blog for awhile. Sometimes you just get really busy, you know? I have so many ideas and things I want to share. And the thing that got me fired up to sit down for a few minutes was Dexter.
Dexter Morgan has been a part of my life for about a year. Really towards the end of 2012 and on I discovered binging on TV shows and my husband and I discovered so many shows we loved such as Shameless and Homeland and I believe the beginning of 2013 was when we decided to give a show called Dexter a try.
It was dark, yet there’s something to love about the serial killer with a code to only kill murderers. Other murderers, I should say. As the year went on it really became a great show. We picked up other shows, such as Orange is the New Black and of course, Breaking Bad (which deserves a blog of it’s own). Always in the background there was Dexter. I liked having a show always there to come back to, and since we wrapped up Breaking Bad last October, we’ve really just had Dexter.
It’s crazy how these shows become a part of your day. Your life. Something to look forward to, and when you are watching them onDemand you can do a couple shows in a row. I think television is so great now. There is such good programming out there these days. I used to watch movies all the time, and now I can’t really tell you how many I’ve seen in the last few years because I’ve really started getting to attached to all these series.
So after over a year of Dexter, we finally finished it last night. The downfall to binge watching and being behind everyone is having to avoid spoilers like it’s your job. The night the finale aired I remember “accidentally” seeing the words “Dexter” and “died” in the same sentence–so this entire time in my mind I thought he died and I had come to terms with it. Then also, everyone constantly said how horrible the end was. “Don’t watch. Just give up now.”
Many said that after I got through season four, when Rita died, but I was still into it. Every season I was always into. I told myself “it doesn’t end well, don’t get attached.”
Then I also remember hearing on the radio them talking about a spinoff, and someone said something about Deb. So I had always thought maybe Dexter dies and there was something with Deb.
…so, to say the least, last night was a total surprise for both my husband and I. He’s been totally into it too, and isn’t on social media and never wanted to hear my thoughts, so he was completely in the dark.
I was shocked. Most people said they were pissed and/or disappointed with the end. For me, I’m just sad. I knew it wasn’t going to end well, so I was prepared for that. But I wasn’t prepared for Deb to die. I wasn’t prepared to see Dexter stripped down to nothing, realizing how much pain he caused and was basically the cause of his own sister’s death, therefore making her as some have said “his last victim.”
Watching him bury her at sea was pretty painful. I’m not one to cry, and I didn’t, but I really felt heartbroken. Yeah, over a show. At that point you would think he commits suicide, but as they always have twists, in the end you find that he’s basically a mountain man. No more Harry. No more voiceovers. Just a stripped down man who has left everything he loved because he can’t get attached to anyone anymore because they always get hurt.
He is a serial killer. Was it ever going to end well? Harry always told him he couldn’t juggle the two lives. Dexter did the best he could as he truly did love Deb, he loved his son (although I felt like was raised by other people), and as much as I was against her for most of the time I watched–he loved Hannah.
Well over the last year, and eight seasons, I’ve come to love Dexter. Even if there is a spin-off, it won’t be the same. It was a great year, the first show I’ve ever binged on long term. It was kind of there during a hectic year of my life, a really good way to just escape and get into something.
Chapter closed. Goodbye Dexter.