Craze For Title

Someone wisely said about human psychology,  "No matter how hard a person tries to conceal his or her genuine intentions under the guise of sham expressions from the world, it shows in his or her actions, and they speak louder and sooner or later reveal all of their secrets.” Many people may find this strange, yet it is a cruel reality. Bet you, I despise my biological father from the bottom of my heart, just like anything else. Although he has not been abusive to my younger sister or me, but his a******y with my mother is vehemently objectionable and, at any cost, unacceptable. As a result, we are simply indifferent to one another. But the worst problem is that we feel compelled to pretend we adore him like any other daughter so that my mother does not become aware of our strained relationship and get sad.   Even in our wildest dream we don’t want our mother to be upset because of my sister and me. That is another reason that my mother does not play as important a role in our lives as our father does. But she does provide moral support for us.   I am afraid to say it, but I've always wished deep down inside that my mother feels the same way about her so-called husband and leaves him forever. Aside from that, she begins to consider re-starting her life with her two daughters. She is well aware that we adore her and adore her to the core of our being. It's not that my father is unaware of how we feel about him and how much we despise him. He is also well aware that we long for his separation from his better half. However, it makes no difference to him what we both think of him as his daughters.  He is also aware that our love for our mother is unbreakable, and we will go to any length to make her happy and bring joy into her life. This fact does not bother him in the least. He is actually indifferent to us, which is why it makes no difference to him whether we like him or not. Furthermore, unlike other fathers, he shows no interest in spending time with us. And both of us sisters are perfectly content without him. It would be more appropriate if I said we prefer to share a very formal relationship as much as possible with each other. I try to avoid his sight and company as much as possible, and he doesn't expect me to be around him at the same time. When we collide in front of each other, our situation becomes highly awkward. I agree, it indeed sounds ridiculous but it is fact that we don't know much about each other even after living under the same roof. As a result, there is nothing wrong with me stating that the relationship between daughter and father is solely for the name's sake. And it makes no difference what we think about each other, neither to him nor to me. But, over time, my indifferent attitude toward him morphed into a deep hatred, and it continues to grow as I witness him committing misdeeds and passing the bucks on others. Not only have that, but I frequently caught him disgracing my mother in public and alone without her knowledge of any mistake. He spares no opportunity to humiliate her in front of the domestic staff. I start to feel that way about him on purpose; he looks for ways to make my mother feel bad. He, too, does not deserve to be called a human being, in my opinion. To be honest, he always appears to be a cheap mentality with no self–respect. He is living a lavish and exotic life on my mother's money, and instead of being grateful, he is barking at her and displaying his negative attitude. To be honest, I don't feel like I need him as a father figure in my life at all. It will be better if I am without my father; at least there will be less chaos in my life. I've heard from a lot of people, "Daughters are getting closer to their father, while sons are getting closer to their mother. Furthermore, the presence of a father in a child's life plays an important role in making him feel safe and secure.”   But I am afraid to say that I have never had the same experience with my father. In contrast, I believe my respect and safety are jeopardized because I am his daughter. My hatred for him reaches new heights when I catch him red-handed cheating on my mother. I want to strangle him there and finish his dirty chapter for the rest of my book's life. Worse, my discovery does not make him feel embarrassed or discourages him from continuing his misadventure or puts an end to that time.  Instead, he walks to me straight with a leisurely pace, showing the brass ball, and states shamelessly stroking my hair, "This is my sincere advice to you: never, ever try to tell your mother or anyone else about what you've seen here; otherwise, you'll make your mother feel terrible and put even more strain on your parents' relationship." Furthermore, it will tarnish your family's image, and I am sure you will never want this to happen as a good daughter." I'm stunned to hear how he forces me to do not disclose his filthy and gruesome secret. At that point, he sounds like, "Nothing more than a shameless b****y chap who threatens his daughter with the atrocious consequences of her actions if she dares to ignore him." My head starts spinning so fast and my brain stops thinking. After a while, I am left with the question of what kind of person he is. He's not afraid of being caught, and he's not ashamed of his heinous behaviour as a bit. In fact, he does not see the point in talking to me about his lewd behaviour, apologizing, and making at least a false promise, if not actual, that it will never occur again. In contrast, I find his actions to be nothing more than his bodacity. Instead of being embarrassed and fleeing the scene, he demands in a severe tone that I get down from there right away and play with the other kids in the garden like a good girl. After what I've seen, I'm not sure he has the authority to command me. After all, he can't expect me to be a good girl in front of his girlfriend. Since that day, I've been heartbroken every time I catch him flirting with the girls who are 15 to 20 years younger than him, but I've been powerless to stop him and limit his promiscuous behaviour, at least in front of my eyes. I'm left with no choice but to rush to the bathroom immediately after that and cry bitterly for hours to relieve the pain in my heart and I do not forget to run the tap so that none can listen me crying . I gradually become accustomed to these sights, but I can never muster the courage to expose this man's arrogance and persuade my mother that this man does not deserve you and us. Considering the demand of the situation and my position, I prefer to zip up my mouth on this topic. I make my younger sister do the same when she catches her father with the other girl in a compromising position. I do not want to hurt my mother's feelings to whom I love like anything but more than that; I do not want to make my mother feel that she is not beautiful enough to charm my father. As it stands, my father keeps telling my mother and making her feel terrible that she is mutton dressed as lamb. He is embarrassed to accompany her. He exaggerates so much that all of his friends make fun of him, saying, "I've brought my mother with me." As a result, my father attends the parties alone, and my mother notices him leaving for the party. I feel extremely terrible when my mother stands there silently assisting her b****y husband in getting ready for the party. She remains silent, but her eyes constantly compliment my father on how great he looks, and no doubt my father takes his time getting ready. But my hatred for him is so intense that he has never appeared to me as great as he thinks of himself. And when he looks at me, my eyes say the same thing. My mother is always taken in by my father's word and believes him. My father takes advantage of my mother's trust. When my mother catches him with another woman, my crooked father comes clean, fabricating a dirty story that makes her feel she is old enough, and as a result, her husband deviates. Therefore, she is responsible for everything. Rather than considering removing my father from her life and home, she assures him that everything will be fine soon. It makes me really sick when she lowers herself and begins to persuade him that everything will be fine soon. She has already started going to the gym and beauty salons, and they have given her word that she will provide her with a younger one in no time. She assures him he needs to be patient and give her one more chance, and she will be as charming and young as he desires. Then he pretends to be persuaded by her. But the next moment, he starts insulting her, and everything goes upside down. He starts barking at her, “No matter how expensive your clothes are or how frequently you visit the beauty parlour, you will appear to be an ancient lady. I am aware that all of your assertions are false. You are unable to meet my requirements. Please stay out of my sight." Making my mother understand his b****y mind game, on the other hand, is literally rocket science. Gradually, she accepts seeing my father with the other woman with a heavy heart and a phony smile, pretending she isn't aware of anything. To avoid this repulsive sight, she begins to rely heavily on alcohol, destroying herself from within. My mother's well-being is a source of concern for me. I can tell she's going through a rough patch in her life. She is entirely unaware that she is making her life more difficult in order to please one tyrant. She begins to wear heavy makeup even at home, which adds to some more wrinkles on her face and diminishes her grace. She isn't getting it, but her recent clothing choices have made her appear gaudier. I am very concerned about my mother and beseech God to please fix everything in her life. Furthermore, my dislike for my father grows stronger by the day, to the point where I start praying for him to become gravely ill or to be involved in a terrible accident and lose both of his limps. But the next thing I know, I'm trying to stop myself from wishing something terrible for him. Because I know that in the end, it will only hurt my innocent mother. My primary concern is for my mother, who cannot bear the thought of seeing him in pain. And my father takes advantage of my mother's obsession with him to severely psychologically t*****e her. Many times, I don't understand why my mother acts in such an odd way. I can't overlook the reality that she is not an ordinary lady from a conventional household, despite all of her successes. So why does she put up with all of this and stay with this jerk who is wrecking her life? It seemed strange that how she could forget about all of her accomplishments. She has always been academically sound and has spent her entire life studying at reputable institutions. Besides, she went there on her own merits, not because of her father's financial support. For more than a decade, she has been the driving force behind a pioneering business that she has built entirely on her own, without the assistance of family. My mother made a huge mistake, in my opinion, and in the opinion of my maternal grandparents, by refusing to go to the office for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, she is still not receiving my father's attention. Without a doubt, it was her ridiculous action in response to my father's constant insistence and emotional threat. Yes, she made the stupid decision a couple of years ago to stay at home and care for the children and house, which has never been her cup of tea. Everyone thinks she's a smart businesswoman. And she is making a significant sacrifice in order to save her marriage. She decides to stay at home. But the question is, how does one convince her, by the way, that all of this sacrifice isn't helping her grow closer to her husband? She's just sitting at home, allowing him to continue to cause more and more havoc in her life. Otherwise, she has played an essential role in building this vast and powerful empire solely through her own strength. And then, all of a sudden, she abandons everything. She also shows no remorse for her actions. It primarily does not deliver on her face at any point. My father is unable to run the business smoothly because he cannot deal with the pressures of business rivalry competitors. He's busy flirting with the office's female employees, whom he hires based on their appearance and age rather than their qualifications, and blowing money on his girlfriends like water. And he is always having fun along with them. He can't commit to just one lady since he's a womanizer. He changes the ladies in his life like clothes, and it doesn't matter to him that his actions tarnish his and the company's image. His life's ambition is to have fun. My parents had a love marriage, but I've noticed that this component has been missing in their lives since I could detect it. They're only together on paper, and it's mainly owing to my mother's efforts. My maternal grandparents were adamantly opposed to the marriage, and when my daughter's mother disregarded their decision in a fit of wrath, they broke all contact with her. They can't stay mad at her for much longer.  They obviously warmed up to my mother when we were born, but they never accepted my father. They prefer to keep their connection with my father very official and rarely speak to him. They pay us visits on and off, ensuring that my father is not present at the time. Every summer vacation, they take us on a trip. The bulk of the time, we both sisters celebrate our birthdays at our maternal grandparents' house. My father attends our birthday party as a guest and then vanishes in the middle. It's a lot of fun to spend time with my maternal grandparents. We both sisters don't feel like returning from there.    My father has always been a poor student. He does, however, have a fantastic appearance. My mother falls in love with my father because of his b****y look, and she is still smitten by his gaze. No one can claim that my father has a teenage daughter, even after many years of marriage. My father is a fitness enthusiast. He works very hard to keep himself physically fit. In addition, he constantly flaunts and brags about it, even when you don't ask or show any interest in knowing. My mother and father have a meeting in a gym near my mother's house. My mother is so taken with my father's appearance that she immediately hires him as his personal instructor. She eventually drags him into the office. My father does not understand about ABC there, and he is reluctant to learn something. My mother does the project on his behalf and supports him with his allotted work. My father follows her as she leaves the company to start her own. And he is being paid and respected more in my mother's office, and in exchange, he has only had to keep my mother happy.  And my mother falls madly in love with him. My mum is apprehensive and a bit hesitant about joining this connection at first because she is older. On the other hand, my father manages to persuade her that an age gap is inconsequential when two people are in love. My maternal grandparents are adamantly opposed to this union, and they are doing everything they can to prevent my mother from marrying. In return, she abandons her family to accompany my father. She has no idea that she is the one who keeps providing him something and another, whatever my father asks for, and emptying her bank account for him. And, despite working her entire life and building her own business, she is currently bankrupt. My mother and father are diametrically opposed. To see them together, one could argue that love is blind. According to some, my mother is living proof of this absurdity in front of everyone. She'll be forty years old next month, but her love for my father hasn't faded a bit in these years. Her gesture suggests that she cannot imagine her life without my father, who is sucking her insides and hollowing her out. I can't tell my mother about my father's infidelity because I'm afraid it will break her heart and cause her to dislike me. It's difficult for me to see the tears in my mother's eyes. I want my mother to realize that she is torturing herself by fasting for the longevity of this b****y person on the auspicious day of Karva-Chauth. Yes, I saw my innocent mother fasting all day and dressing up as a bride for my father's evening prayer. But I know this year also he will not turn up on time and make her fast break, as he has in previous years. What about her, though? She still has faith in false hope. While standing there, she prepares all of the dishes, remembering my father's preferences.  She complains about headaches and other aches and pains, but she never considers breaking the fast or taking a little break. If I suggest that she has some food or, at least, some water, she becomes enraged. I'm not sure what kind of pleasure my mother gets from torturing herself to keep the fast for her man. And I have a concern: what if that man isn't her man? As my mother gets ready for the evening prayer, I watch her with pity eyes. Every year on that occasion, she buys something in the colour red. I try to explain to my mother why she should buy the same colour item every year. Why doesn't she experiment with a different colour? But Mom interrupts me, telling me that I'm too small for such things. How can I inform my mother that yours this daughter has reached the age when she can comprehend the nuances of your and Papa's relationship? And I'm sure no amount of fasting or prayer will bring your hubby back into your life. Wearing red won't fix the problem; she's only humiliating herself in front of this jerk. How do I make my mother understand this jerk does not deserve you? I can picture my mother feigning a grin and convincing herself throughout the day that her husband will indeed be home on time today, and she will be able to break her fast as any other lady with her husband’s hand. But she knows she's making herself a fool for her spouse by instilling false hope in her thoughts. She knows he'll be at home late enough, eating dinner outside like any other day, drunk with some bogus excuses. It's possible he doesn't tell her about his delay as well. And, like any devoted Hindu wife, my mother will persuade him to eat some of the food she has prepared with such love and pain, and she will make fun of her emotions in front of this merciless person. My mother wrongly informs us that Papa will be working more hours. Even though we have a good idea of what kind of critical work he will be doing right then, he needs to finish some urgent work. But, in order not to irritate my mother, I eat quietly and retire to my room to sleep with my younger sister. I'm perfectly aware that my mother breaks her fast in secret, looks at my father's photo at the end, and asks the domestic staff to leave so that they don't see her doing so. Like any other family member, I believe her marriage has lost its lustre long back and is about to fall apart. Yes, it has the potential to collapse at any point. Despite this, she acts as if everything is good between them and that they have a great deal of affection for each other. Actually, she values being called Mrs.Dixit more than anything and wants to wear that b****y tag around her neck at any cost. I pity my mother and want to assist her, but I'm at a loss on what to do. My mother is undeniably a good pretender, and she is even cheating on herself. She is well aware that a storm has come, and it will sweep through her life, devastating everything in its path. But, no matter what, she refuses to admit its existence in public. And she persuades the other with her constant phony grin that everything in her life is absolutely perfect. And the current girl is nothing more than a new infatuation in her husband's life, which, like the last time, will fade away in a couple of weeks. And she doesn't mind if her husband has an extramarital affair outside of marriage. According to her account, "All men are merely street dogs. They have a nasty tendency to eat food from other people's plates. And we, as women, have no power to check on them or influence their behaviour. So, if you want to save your marriage, you should learn to ignore them. The sooner the better. "    Being a daughter it’s not so easy for me to swallow and digest the fact that my father has an extramarital relationship with a woman who is only four years my senior. But it makes no difference to my mother any longer. Because this is not the first time my father has brought someone home, he has brought a lot of girls home a number of times. I've caught them making love in the master bedroom on several occasions. Worse, he does not bother to keep the door bolt from the inside. These images make me feel dizzy and nauseous. But I'm too weak and frail to put a stop to it. My mother, on the other hand, is adamantly opposed to seeing it.