The pursuit of unhappiness: the 2017 edition.

[dreadedcandiru2]

As I type this, I do so in the knowledge that it has been nine years since Elly was told of Liz and Anthony's engagement. This means that it is nine years since what should have been the happiest time of her life because having Lizardbreath marry her own smug, demeaning but safe insensitive, entitled clod husband meant that she truly did live in the best of all possible worlds. The problem is that Lucy Van Pelt might just have been wrong about which person is the Charlie Browniest Of Them All because I don't see the Elly of 2017 as being any happier than the one thinking horrible thoughts about children because her half-assed under-parenting blew up in her face again.

This is because I don't think that Elly is capable of being happy with anything for all that long. I should think that by the time Liz presented her with a grandchild, Anthony would have started to lose his appeal because he reminded her of all the things about John that still annoy her. Mind you, she wouldn't have to deal with parents who told her marrying someone like John means exactly that but she'd still have the fear of someone saying that. Also, there is still the problem that would continue to vex her: a youngest daughter who still doesn't seem to realize where home is and who really loves her....along with ANOTHER set of in-laws who make hateful comments about her lack of self-awareness. Add in a dead husband to complain about and you can see why Elly is still screaming at everyone.