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Juliette, after her verbal fencing with Rayna, comes home to hubby and his pissed off parents. The dad looks like a date-rapist who graduated college, grew up and is now roofie-ing the babysitters. Sanctimonious mom harps on how they have to get married in the eyes of God by doing it church-styles. Juliette is all in and I love her. She’s not caving to the bitch mom and she’s going to make her regret every mean little word she said to her at that family dinner. Love Juliette so much. HEY – Juliette and Hailey need to become friends. Juliette needs some galpals in her life.
Rayna breaks the tour news to Teddy and tells him not only is she leaving for half a year, she’s taking the girls too. Teddy basically tells her if that’s the way she wants to play, prepare for a fight.
I can see both sides. Rayna wants to get her girls away from any harmful situation but there is too much of an element of revenge. Teddy hurt her so she’s taking away his children. And Teddy, bless him, isn’t about to let that happen. And let’s face it, the way the show’s been written thus far, he’s their primary parent. Rayna spends long hours in the studio and off on tour. Teddy’s the one taking them to the doctor, the dentist and going to Parents Nights.
Poor Teddy looks totally thrashed by the mess his life has become. He looks forlornly at a photo of the family in happier times and looks like this:
That is sadness.
Rayna and Liam (who is of course, sipping on his little flask of whiskey. Please writers, surprise me and let it come out that it’s Vitamin Water or something other than booze in there. IT’s just so fucking hokey and played-out. It’s bad enough you named him Liam…) are discussing why she’s heading out on tour and she pours her heart out to him about her failing marriage and her need to just escape for awhile. His curiosity is piqued. As well as his loins, I’m sure.
Avery flies back to town to break up his little boy band. He looks like a snivelling, sweaty little rat while doing it.
You can’t expect me to hold to promises I made a few years ago. Didn’t you hear me? I. Got. A. Record. Deal. ???
Juliette suffers through an afternoon of church wedding planning with MotherBitch. She’s just so horrible it’s hard to make fun of her. I just want Juliette to laugh in her face.
“I expect a lot of from Sean’s wife.”
Funny, I expect that you as this Southern belle you are trying to pull off would have put more care and attention into grooming those comma eyebrows and a little more thought into your wardrobe. That neckline makes your neck look like wood bark. Also, your hair is thinning. Consider extentions. Maybe Juliette can treat you to an afternoon (month) at the spa if you can’t afford it. She’s loaded. And she didn’t earn it on her back, like you undoubtedly did by marrying that gross husband of yours.