Intervention, Part Two


Our son said that I need an INTERVENTION regarding my narcissism.

I don’t think that I need an intervention. Do YOU think I need an intervention?

Wait, DON’T bother answering that. I’ve already moved on in my thoughts and interests.

I’ll tell you who needs an intervention. JUST LOOK at that family photo of me, my siblings and our parents above.

THERE! Right THERE! Right smack dab in the middle of everything, the very focus of this so-called “family” photo!

It’s HER! My arch nemesis, SUZI Q., or “M.B.B.D.,” as our beloved Big Daddy cutely nicknamed her, “My Beautiful Blond Daughter!”

And LOOK where I am in this shot . . . I’m hardly even in the shot, I’m practically falling out of the picture, huh! THAT’s where the hell I AM!

When I was twenty years old or thereabouts, my sister Suzi Q told me something that I sort of always knew but couldn’t quite articulate . . . SHE had resented ME being born!

THAT’s right. You read that correctly. My big, middle sister, my own blood sibling, had resented my very existence. And she didn’t say this with any malice, now mind you, because she didn’t have any then nor since. In fact, after years of therapy and also some super heroic, hard living, “M.B.B.S.” or “my beautiful, blond sister” has no malice in her heart for any human being . . . NOT even for me and our little sister, Kathryn Marie, the so-called “baby of the family.”

No, Suzi Q. just let that particular mic drop one sunny afternoon, perhaps as some part of her therapy that she was then receiving, that she resented me being born. It was kind of like . . .

“Oh by the way, I resented you coming into existence . . . but what movie do you want to go see this afternoon?”

“What the HELL!” I thought to myself in the moment. “Wait! WHAT?” I asked. “You say that you didn’t like the fact that I became part of our family?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, Kathy too, but I thought we were talking about what movie to go see this afternoon. Oh LOOK, “Aliens” is out. Remember how much we enjoyed watching “Alien” last year. We BOTH jumped in our seats when that damned little baby alien with the piranha teeth popped out of the guy’s stomach and ran away into the bowels of the space ship. Remember how you held tight to my arm like when you were a little boy?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I remember, but back the dump truck up, Sister, ‘cuz I’m still stuck on you not wanting ME to come into existence.”

“Of course I didn’t. What’s so puzzling about that? Before you, it was Joe as first born, and Mary as first born daughter, and I was the baby of the family, the center of all our family’s attention and love . . . and THEN they brought home YOU. How do you think that made me feel? HOW would YOU have felt about that new arrangement. AND THEN three years later when Kathy was born, and I couldn’t even be the “Baby Sister!” I had to grow up too soon. That’s what my therapists all say. THAT’s why I had to have both ends cut off my hot dogs before I would eat them. THAT right there is so loaded with Freudian symbolism, I’m surprised that nobody caught on even then. Maybe Dad did. Maybe that’s why he wrote in letters from overseas about me as “M.B.B.D.” Our Dad called me “my beautiful, blond daughter!” He wanted me to still feel special. Anyway the therapists said that I needed to get it off my chest about how I felt about you . . . and now I have. Don’t worry. I got over my resentment of you long ago. Now you mostly just annoy me, but only some of the time. Let’s go see ‘Aliens.’”

So there you have it, Folks. The secret to my seemingly insatiable need to seek to be the center of attention all goes back to “M.B.B.D.”

I’ve had to fight like a dirty dog in the street all my life for every scrap of affection that SHE didn’t get first!

She’s Planning Some Shit . . . You Can Just See It In Her Eyes, Huh!

4 responses to “Intervention, Part Two”

  1. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 never realized I had center place in the photos before you pointed it out . Put as the saying goes there are no accidents only happy little mistakes ❤️

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    1. I’m just LUCKY to even be in the family photos, Suzi Q, as well as to have a tiny part in the AWESOME story of YOU! ❤️

  2. And your eyes are wide open and have that”I can’t wait “look…and your all nuts because the ones who should have mattered…mom and dad loved you both….I saw it

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    1. So HAPPY to be part of the GLORIOUS story of YOU too, Big Bro!
      Suzi Q says that me saying things like this shows that I no longer need INTERVENTION because a real narcissist would never say stuff like this. She says I’m cured.

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