Saturday, December 03, 2005

Selfish Countessa

It is a sad state affairs when you think you might need an impartial arbitrator to be able to decide on a group gift for your parents. For the love of all that is holy, the holidays seem to make most family situations less palatable.

I used to think Selfish Countessa’s ( a.k.a. younger sister) issues revolved around her longing to be “Sadie the Married Lady.” Well she recently celebrated her 1st anniversary and she is less tolerable now than before the nuptials.

I mentioned before that I am the middle daughter with two sisters, one eight years older the other 8 years younger. We basically missed the typical rivalry issues to due the age range. No complaints on that front. The dynamic we ended up with was a very strong bond between me and Brain Surgeon (my older sister) and a basic forbearance of Selfish Countessa.

It seems Countessa doesn’t understand that the pecking order traits need to be modified in adulthood. I feel I am a bit old to be reprimanded by my parents after she whines to them about some perceived injustice against her Highness.

I have the unenviable task of setting up a meeting among the three of us so that we can, once and for all, iron out whatever issues we seem to have. It is not going to be pretty. First of all I need to find a location that is central to us all. Enough of me always bending to fit everyone else’s schedule. I have a life too. Finding said location will involve Selfish Countessa having to navigate the beltway. Did I mention she does not do the beltway. My feeling is we need to figure out why all the animosity. If we can repair the damage, wonderful. If not, so be it. I am not sure that one can change their ways as an adult. Selfish Countessa seems to have this sense of entitlement that is not warranted. Brain Surgeon has anger for deeds past, present and future. I admit to holding a few grudges for deeds past as well but have relegated myself to forge ahead.

Wish me/us luck. Hey Santa, if you are out there, throw us a bone. Would you?


gareth said...

I thought YS was Bridezilla?!! I guess you can't call her that indefinitely....

Weary Hag said...

Okay ... I just sneaked a peek at your previous post title and can hardly wait to read that one! In the meanwhile, I wish you the luck of all women who find the perfect man in this endeavor you're taking on.
See - if this were to take place within my blood-line, we'd better all have psychotherapists lined up (and those psychotherapists better have darned good psychotherapists too).

Best of luck to you and hey, why not plan your event somewhere near a photo studio and have a "sistahs" photo taken as a Christmas present to the folks? We did that one year and we're all still laughing about it, though seperately. :)

Wicked H said...

Haggie: The picture session is an excellent idea. That way we would have to be civil to one another and then have dinner where the gloves would come off. No sense eating first and then taking a picture with smeared mascara. You are so smart. Thanks!

Gareth: I figured after a year of marriage, her title needed to change.

(As a side, did you know it is not possible to leave comments on your site?)

Nutcracker Sweet 54 said...

I have a great picture inserting a stick of dynamite into Contessa's lower alimentary canal and you Wicked, lightening it. Now, that would be a Xmas picture no one could forget....don't even get me started....Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!...Nutcracker Sweet 54

Wicked H said...

See. Anger issues....sheesh.

HotForSimon said...

I'll snap the photo FOR you, Nutcracker...cause I'd certainly make the trip to see THAT!!!!


Phillip said...

Maybe you all need a tranquilizer pellet for Brain Surgeon filled with happy juice, a brain for Countessa and lots of liquor for you Wicked. Then go snap the picture. And if you are collectively conscious after all that, have your pow-wow.

I vote avoid the whole thing and play nice around the folks.