In the end, Ashley found true love with JP, which for many viewers is astounding given the personal self-hatred we witnessed all season coming from Ash. She allowed her past to determine her present over and over again during the season as she watched men walk out on her just like her father did.
I'm going to come right out and say it. I haven't watched very much of The Bachelorette this season. And by "very much" I mean absolutely nothing. However...
I want to jump through the TV and hug this poor sweet self-loathing girl who needs support so desperately. Sometimes, like a frat boy watching a football game, I fantasize that she just might be able to hear my screams. Just because someone doesn't reject you, it doesn't therefore mean they accept you!
This season of The Bachelorette has it all. Issues of self-worth at their finest, clear results of a neglectful father, peter pan syndrome, co-dependence, narcissism, anger, jealousy, and even mask wearing--though that sadly only lasted two weeks. My psychological heaven can now be found on ABC every Monday night at 8pm. It's an absolutely and outrageously horrible show...but I literally can't stop watching.
I've become obsessed with the mental health train wreck that is this season of The Bachelorette. It's like Emotional Health gold--I'm officially in a goddamn psychological commentary candy store. Someone pinch me.
Her father's actions, sadly, carved a map inside of her, so every time she meets a new man she unconsciously figures out a way to follow the road she knows to a tee, making sure she lands exactly where she always has. Rejected.
My therapy-junkie self is officially and inappropriately excited following your blatant exhibit of douche-bag meets lack of mental stability, and though I've never looked forward to watching this idiotic show in the past, I must say, I'm downright giddy this time.
