As you know, Connie has spent her life envying what Elly has and she does not. For the longest time, Elly had the one thing Connie wanted most: a husband to not have sex with and blame her shortcomings on. Even after she hooked up with Greg, she was still incomplete; she didn’t have a daughter of her own to be a Mobzilla to; all she had were Greg’s daughters and they, for some reason, didn’t think of her as a mother no matter how shabbily and high-handedly she treated them. All she had was a son that she ignored and let Greg treat like he was radioactive instead of just gay. It didn’t matter to her that he was a success as a human being; she couldn’t holler like a loon at his wedding so the man might as well be dead.
What makes this all the more revolting and absurd is that Elly envies Connie. Elly was sure that Connie led a glamorous life just like the people on her favorite soaps and wished she weren’t shackled to a husband and kids so she could enjoy temptations that had zero chance of happening in the real world; not for her the realization of how bleak the inability to be grateful for what she had would make her existence. She doesn’t and won’t see that she never had a career and that no matter how hard John and the kids try, they can’t take her mind away from her unless she lets them. She also doesn’t see that she has all these things that Connie wants because then she’d have to face the fact that her life is pretty good; her whole life script is based on denying how good she’s got it so she’ll wonder what Connie’s damage is forever.