Am I the scoundrel for prohibiting the presence of spirits during the festivities of Christmas?
My husband’s family is rather partial to the pleasures of imbibing, and it is not uncommon for their holiday gatherings to feature a generous assortment of wines and libations. I, on the other hand, harbour a vehement aversion to the consumption of alcohol, a sentiment rooted in the unfortunate experience of having been raised under the shadow of a father plagued by intemperance. I firmly believe that it is a mark of juvenile sensibilities to rely upon such indulgences for the purposes of merriment.
As it so happens, this year the responsibility of hosting the Christmas celebrations has fallen to me, and I resolved to seize the opportunity to impose a stringent proscription on alcoholic beverages within the confines of my abode. Given the advancing years of our party, I deemed it high time for a more mature approach to our festivities.
Upon receiving an inquiry from my husband’s sister regarding what she might contribute to our gathering, I informed her of my prohibition on alcohol, as she had expressed an interest in preparing a seasonal concoction of the inebriating variety. Though she offered little response at the time, it appears she subsequently shared the news with the remainder of the family, who proceeded to inundate me with incredulous letters questioning the veracity of my edict and branding it as tiresome.
To my dismay, it has come to my attention that my husband’s sister has elected to host an alternative soiree, to which the majority of our relations have opted to attend, rather than endure a single day of sobriety. I find myself deeply affronted by this flagrant display of disrespect.
My husband, in his efforts to broker peace, has suggested that we abandon our own celebration and join the gathering at his sister’s home, but I remain resolute in my refusal to attend such an impertinent affair.
He now harbours resentment towards me for obliging him to remain at home and share Christmas in my company, when it was my turn to host and dictate the terms of our engagement. They might have tolerated my decision for one year, and yet I am left to wonder: Am I the scoundrel in this matter?