Care and suffocation

 Care and suffocation

by 
Ankita Majumder (Sem II, 2024)



Sometimes this caring for someone can feel like suffocation. Sometimes this care, this strictness, this protective nature can feel like a rope around your neck.

And it feels more like one so, when it comes from a manipulative, narcissistic person.

This person would randomly start to argue about something, completely illogical and will then act to his family members that he didn’t just spoke words of vulgarity to them.

This person would never admit his mistakes, and will give the blame on someone else’s shoulders.

This person would forget to bring back something which his family told him to and then will yell that his family members are a bunch of liers and that they didn’t informed him about the thing from before. He would completely give his blame to his family.

He would always get and have the bigger portion of food but then after every month’s grocery shopping will tell, oh no sorry, order his family members to lessen the amount of food they are eating as the price of things are getting expensive.

Sometimes, to lessen his pain, if any of his family members tells him that they will bring the thing from shop, at that moment he will dismiss them and will bring the things himself. But later on he would blame them about why they didn’t went to get the thing themselves, knowing how painful it’s becoming for him due to his old age now.

He would always show the world how loving, caring and gentle he is to his wife and daughter but in behind the closed doors, in between the four walls of the house, he would treat his wife and daughter lesser than humans, through mental torture.

His family’s financial condition isn’t good. He would always blame this on his daughter’s expenses of wifi and internet that is required for her study. He would always take money from his unemployed wife and then would not give her the money back. He would then have the audacity to talk to her like he is speaking to, not his wife, but a servant of their house.

Whenever he would get money from his work, he would act like he is the king of the universe and would yell at his wife or daughter regarding one thing or another. And when he wouldn’t have anything, a single penny left, he would shamelessly ask the very same wife for money whom he yelled at a moment ago.

Maybe it was their fate – of the wife and daughter – to come into the world of such a man.

Maybe it was their past life’s sins punishment they were receiving in this lifetime.

Maybe it was the man’s parents and sibling’s fault that they made such a man married to a female and then gave birth to a daughter.

Or who knows what it is?

But one thing is sure, if this is what this man calls care and love towards his family then it’s nothing but suffocation. Nothing but a rope around a neck, tight enough to block your air passage but not enough to ultimately take your life.


 


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