Dexter why?

Ok Why do I feel so cheated with the final episode of Dexter? As my dear hubby sat there gleefully smiling as all was revealed, I sat there stunned. "I hate this! I hate this! It's Sopranos all over again!" I yelled! My better half thought otherwise. "Yeah! I Love it! It's perfect! What a befitting way to end!"


Why? I stared at my dearly beloved, how could he even feel that way?  I said, "Look at him, he's so unhappy! I don't want Dexter to be unhappy! No one had a happy ending! No one! Not Deb, Not Batista, Harrison, Hannah, or Quinn!"

What does my sweetie say to this?  "How do you know Dexter is unhappy?  To which I said, 'Look at him! He is miserable! "

"Well maybe he was having a bad day? Hey it can't be that bad, he escaped, he can start over and begin the killing once again. He doesn't have to worry about people knowing! And besides he can tap a hooker from time to time when he gets lonely!"

And yet I still love this man! (He does somewhat make sense)

So maybe I am not so outraged? I've had time to ponder on the ending and realize that rarely in life do we get a happy ending. For 8 seasons I have loved Dexter and cheered when he killed the bad guys and bit my nails when someone got too close and was about to stumble on his secret. I have spent the last seasons also wishing they'd off Deb Morgan. That character was so annoying! She whined continuously, cursed profusely, couldn't pick a decent man if her life depended on it. I kept hoping that one of those diabolical killers that Dexter tracked down and killed would end my suffering and pain from watching Deborah Morgan and her desperate pathetic life! So finally the last episode I got to see it, and you know what? It made me sad! Who knew?

Ok Bring on Walking Dead and American Horror Story Coven!