This is a show I love to hate — and reading your comments is so fun — but this is the saddest family I’ve ever seen. Abbie is a huge, ever worsening problem — but she’s so far from being the only problem. The mindless consumption of plastic and empty calories — the constant ‘look at us and all our things! — with each thing held up — weight loss surgery, a bike, a pool slide — and then taken back down, dropped, because there’s something shiny over there —the next new thing — all a maniacal dance around accepting Abbie’s bleak present and much bleaker future, around their sordid deception-laden past, and their unhealthy relationships with their son, with Summer. And everyone is disappearing — Crazy Nanny, the ABA therapist, the grandparents, Lauren Brazee. I work in a hospital as an essential employee and the pandemic has been a constant drumming in my head and soul for months. The only good thing about it — It’s really helped me to see what’s important in life. These guys treat it like — bummer, cable’s out. They are not learning anything. And they are not teaching their son anything. Not one thing.
