Monday, July 18, 2005

The Face of Evil

As most of my friends know I have two sisters, a 'good' sister and a 'bad sister'. We've recently had another chapter in the saga that is my bad sister.

Last week I called my mom to tell her happy birthday. Almost in mid-expression she asks,"So, what are you doing this weekend?" Being a little slow on the uptake I said, "I don't know, why?" Big mistake. My bad sister, who lives in central Nebraska had gotten evicted. My mother was under the belief that she had just a week to move out. "She needs to be out by Saturday."

"Aren't there laws about how much time you have after an eviction?", I naively ask. "She asked for more time but they wouldn't give it to her", my mother hotly replied.

So my mother wants me and my wife to once again rush up home to help my good-for-nothing sister haul 5 metric tons of sh*t from one place to another. I was, to say the least, pissed.
Now you may be saying to yourself, "This Carl seems like a prick. Why not go help your poor sister out?" The history is a little deep to go into, but my sister is a user of the first order. She does nothing but live on the kindness of family and strangers. If there was ever a reason why I can't abide socialism, it is my sister and the example she provides.

So I call my mother back the next night and say "I can't, in good conscious, come help her move." Her reply was understated and sullen, but the message was clear, "If you don't do it, who will?"

I'd be happy to help if I thought it would change my sister's behavior in the slightest. She's 43 years old and acts like she's 10. For the past 25 years my folks have been going above and beyond the call of duty to bail her out. Now the entire family is sick of it, only my mother keeps enabling her to behave this way. My folks are in dire financial straits and can barely get by even without the added load of my sister's incredible mooching.

To add hot sauce to the diarrhea, my good sister was home visiting when all this broke. She too refused to help and told her children that it was up to them to help or not. They refused to help outright. My mother was completely unforgiving about the whole deal. She even stopped talking to my good sister because she was so upset that she wasn't helping.

I've come to the conclusion that my bad sister isn't stupid or lazy, she's just plain evil. I mean a Dr. No, Goldfinger, Darth Vader, Britney Spears level of EVIL.

Maybe I'll put to digital print some of my sister's more incredible activities and see if you agree. Or maybe I won't. You'll just have to trust me.

By the way, my sister was evicted June 9 and the landlord had already given her an extra week to get out.

Carl

4 Comments:

Blogger The LQ said...

Ugh. I've known people like this. Toxic they are. My older brother almost became one. The best thing you can possibly do for them is cut them off and actively make them fend for themselves. Sometimes it works.
"A child cried at birth; the first part of his childhood is spent crying. At one time we bustle about, we caress him in order to pacify him; at another, we threaten him, we strike him, or we exact from him what pleases us. Either we submit to his whims, or we submit him to ours." A child's first tears are prayers; over time they become commands. (Rousseau)

11:12 PM  
Blogger Carl said...

I wish my mother read more Rousseau. :)

8:14 AM  
Blogger Zathras said...

Did you see Million Dollar Baby? The boxer's mother really sounds like your "bad sister." It's a real shame that the "good sister" is made to bear the brunt of your mother's unhappiness.

9:21 AM  
Blogger The LQ said...

ditto on Mark's sentiment. :)
jonathon

4:29 PM  

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