When I first saw the preview for A Million Little Things, the television was on mute and I must confess: I decided to watch it only because the women had hot, stylish clothes and haircuts, and I liked the way they decorated their living rooms.
I had no idea just how juicy this show is. I started watching Season 1, thinking I’d savor it. But that’s not what happened. I dove in headfirst, gobbling it up in a frenzy.
Let me paint you a picture: Watching A Million Little Things is like when you grab one handful of potato chips and you tell yourself that will be it. Then all you can think about is the bag of potato chips, so you grab another handful. Then another. Before you know it, they are gone, it’s all over, and you feel like you have nothing to look forward to anymore.
It’s not just me either. I texted me sister immediately telling her she had to watch it, and a few hours later she let me know she was going to be parked in front of the television for the rest of the day come hell or high water. Also, her husband and three kids were on their own for the night.
I’m pretty sure you’ll be just as addicted to this luscious drama as I am. The show is about an adult friend-gang living in Boston. One of them, Jon, takes his own life in the first episode leaving behind a wife and children. His wife and closest friends start trying to figure out how something like this could have happened. Along they way, they unlock so many secrets your mind will explode in between each commercial break.
That’s not all the show offers. though. It’s about so much more:
There are deep, dark secrets.
And they continue to get deeper and deeper as you watch. You may think they let out all the dirty laundry in the first episode as you gasp at your television. You’ll think, Where can they go from here? How can a show possibly get any more riveting?
Just wait for it because what looks like the end will actually be the beginning. All the characters have layers upon layers of secrets and you are going to want to know them all.
It represents topics we need to talk about more.
A Million Little Things not only discusses topics like breast cancer in men, mental illness, alcoholism and representation of the LGBTQ community, they offer resources for places you can get help if you are struggling with any of these issues.
Your emotions will run wild, in the best way possible.
One minute you are stress-eating mini candy bars, then next you are blowing snot into a tissue. This show is a drama and has dark, complicated elements, but you are going to laugh, too. The humor is witty and sharp.
Then, you’ll probably cry at the end every damn time like I do. You don’t know goosebumps until you’ve watched how they marry the music with the show. Each episode leaves you hungry–as soon as one mystery is solved, another one is cracked wide open. This show hits my bliss point every time because of the range of emotions I feel while watching it.
All the characters are so relatable.
This group of friends has hit midlife. Those of us who are right there with them all know this is when we start asking the big questions. From the most successful person, to someone who is struggling, many of us have imagined we’d feel more settled in our lives at this point.
Every single one of the characters in the show is trying to get through something in some way, and has demons from their past they need to deal with, which is what makes it so damn relatable.
I don’t care who you are — this show will touch you in some way because the issues they deal with — suicide, cancer, divorce, love, affairs, raising children, mental illness — are portrayed in a such a real way you’ll feel like you are in their group of friends.
I’m not one to tell people what to do, but A Million Little Things is the best damn show I’ve ever seen and you aren’t living your best life until you’ve seen it.
Season 2 is in full swing, so don’t even think about watching it until you’ve seen all of Season 1. I dare you to try and stop mid-binge. I certainly haven’t met anyone capable of doing so.
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