It has come to my attention that my sisters in law are constantly in-fighting and I, being the newest addition to the clan, am Switzerland, always trying to broker peace between the warring parties (which is incredibly difficult to do when you do not speak Turkish).
The battle is a 2 on 1 and every time I walk into anyone’s home I get a rundown of the most recent wrong that had been brought to pass.
Since Vito’s son’s return from the army Vito’s wife (Mrs Vito) has been popping in with plates of food or inviting me down for cay or kahve. This is a complete turnaround from her behaviour over the past 9 months and I put it down to me making that effort to attend at her son’s welcome home party. As the cold war has been defrosted slightly I have decided to take this change of attitude in my stride and establish my role in this family as a NATO peacekeeper (which will be an incredibly difficult task believe me).
My first assignment as official conciliator took place on Sunday night. Songul invited the family over for a BBQ. Let me explain – Songul invited this family (The Turk, Daughter and I) and the upstairs sister in law and her family. This also means that Mrs Vito was definitely not invited. I suggested that we invite Mrs Vito to dinner but I was shot down. I explained with my limited vocabulary that it would be the right thing to do and, when this did not work, I said that if she invited Mrs Vito and she said no then she was the bigger person and looked like she had made an effort. Her eyes lit up at the thought of having one up on Mrs Vito but still pride got the better of her so I took the initiative and sent Daughter down with an invite anyway. Mrs Vito did, as expected, say no to the invite which, of course, made Songul exceptionally happy.
I do understand there are hurt feelings on all sides, I really do, but I also would not want to go through life with such anger towards another person. Mrs Vito was, of course, incredibly angry at The Turk’s mother for butting in her intended marriage (you can read more about that incident here) and yes I can sympathize with the other sisters having such acrimony with Mrs Vito’s behaviour over the past years. I just wonder if it isn’t time to bury the hatchet, put aside any old grudge and just get on with it.
Incidentally last night Mrs Vito and her son (who I have decided for the future to call Capt. Awesome) came to our house for drinks and nibblies while Songul was over. Yep, this has never happened before either. I am definitely Switzerland.