Wednesday, December 15, 2010

It's a WONDERFUL Life!

The other night I was peacefully laying in bed getting ready to fall asleep, when suddenly my phone chimed, letting me know that I had a message. When I checked it out, it said that my sister Sybil had posted a message on my Facebook wall - the message read:

"You have such beautiful children. Great pictures of your life. I am so happy your life is WONDRFUL! Love you Ethel. Happy Holidays."

Awwwww, so sweet, right? At first glance you would be correct, but it feels like she's throwing a jab of bitter jealousy and irritation directly at me for the whole world to see. In a matter of seconds, I went from drifting off to sweet slumber to being completely awake and ready to tear someone's head off.

Sybil is a good person at the core of it all, but she has habitually made VERY poor choices as an adult. She hasn't ever worked more than a few weeks PER YEAR (at best), and has never pushed herself to make her own way. She goes from place to place, and falls on the mercy of others. HOW she manages to continue finding these people to help her, to foot the bill for her lifestyle, and to give her use of their cars/house/etc is beyond me.

It's frustrating that she looks at my pictures and comments how happy she is that my "life is so wonderful". Shit like this undercuts the hard work and sacrifice that it takes to be a dedicated wife, mother, employee, etc. Most women that I know understand what it feels like to be in this rut of busting their ass just to maintain status quo and keep their heads above water.

The most wonderful parts of my life are the ones that I have worked diligently for and labored long hours to achieve.

WONDERFUL doesn't just happen.



  1. At first glance, that appears to be a sweet comment, but then, reading the history, makes one wonder if it was actually a slap in the face. Is it possible to ever know what people truly mean?

  2. It feels like she's just being sarcastic and tart. She also makes comments like "you're so lucky" which are equally as frustrating. On the flip side, if I just let it go and accepted such compliments, Sybil would be the kind of psycho bimbo who would say that I am arrogant and snobby. The alias "Sybil" suits her because you never know which extreme personality you're going to get.

  3. My SIL says stuff like this all the time and it drives me insane. I just think "well if you would get up off your lazy butt and get a job then you could have nice stuff too." ARGH.