Morton stared intensely into his wife’s eyes. The emotion behind his gaze consisted of exasperation, anger, and confusion. Never in his ten years of marriage had his wife counteracted him. His wife stood there with a shocked expression on her face, as if she was alarmed with the fact that she back talked Morton. The silence between the two seemed to have an effect on their surroundings- as the soothing afternoon breeze came to a halt, almost as if it wanted to hear what was going to be said next. “I-I...I don’t know who else,” sputtered Morton. He let go of Larry’s hand and looked at his own with shock. Morton couldn’t believe that he was even considering disciplining his own child with physical force. “What am I thinking?” thought Morton, “I would never hurt-”
Morton’s thought was interrupted by the sound of heavy boots coming towards him and his family. Morton turned around wondering what he was going to see. The barrell of a gun pointing at his face? A knife? As Morton completed his turn, he was staring right at the man who awoke his suppressed beast. The man from the park bench
The man walked towards Morton with a malicious smirk on his face. “You didn’t answer my question pal, you and who else?” Morton was trembling with rage and fear, and sweat began to run down his pale face. The sun in the sky began to lose its warm light, as clouds drifted over its rays. The sudden change in temperature caused Morton’s hair to stand on end. Morton stared into the man’s eyes with a
After a few of these vain attempts to convince the man to consider having the baby, she implores him to "Please. please please please please please please stop talking" (272). The author uses her avoidance of confrontation and denial of self-expression to assure the reader that the girl?s weak and dependent nature prevents her from verbally expressing her point of view. Even the use of character terms?the man and the girl?reinforces this effect.
The narrator prioritised the woman’s point of view, hence not only making her the protagonist of the story, but by doing so, we are forced to perceive everything, especially masculinity, through how she sees it. However, it was due to this that we are able to gain an insight into the hypocritical facade of society. When the protagonist’s husband stepped down and walked away from a fight with the rude passer-by, “Her first feelings was one of relief…Something heavy and inescapable.” This heavy and inescapable feeling can be interpreted as disappointment and shame. Although fully aware that she should not be feeling this way, she still could not help but feel ashamed at her husband’s performance as the “supposed” protector of the family. The line “she wanted only to get home and to busy herself with her familiar tasks,” clearly illustrates her frustration and disappointment towards Morton. It was as if only by performing her set tasks, can Morton’s inadequacy be
There was such anger in her heart, she hadn’t known it was there until she was alone on her mule riding the iron-hard miles. She had never been a bad mother, never truly a bad wife. She’d cared for her children . . . had lain with her husband even when she was tired and unwilling because these are the duties of a wife and mother” (Alderman 51).
The father’s relationship with the mother and his children does not appear to be a loving one. He makes his wife do the work of getting the children up in the middle of the night, unconcerned about the sleep that children need or the fact that his wife does not share his love of watching nighttime fires. The mother does not look at the burning house; instead, she only watches her husband. To the
The narrators interactions with his own children, his ruthless questioning and inability to let anything go, reflect on the amount of control he craves in his own life. The narrator sees Vasek on his way to work and says to him, “‘Hey there boy! Do we know each other?’ The boy looked up and replied, ‘Hi Dad. Maybe we do.’
The narrator’s anxiety arises against the two men for the actions they display to their children; which is our future generation. The lady and the two fathers have distinct views on how the children should be treated. One father places his daughter from his shoulders to the ground roughly after she makes him angry. “Let’s not go too far, said the young father. We could get depressed. She WAS jumping around on my poor back and hollering Oink, oink” the father pleaded with the aged lady (Paley 833). Her concern is the father should not roughly place his child upon the ground like he did, but the fathers have a diverse assumption on it. In the father’s eyes, his actions were acceptable for the actions of his daughter’s movements on his shoulders. The father felt his actions would prevent the daughter from demonstrating behavior like that anymore.
They didn’t speak to each other or look at one another. Charles knew that his wife was very disappointed at him. When they got back home, Elena was asleep in her room. Later that night, Anna decided to call her best friend, Mona. “I am getting sick and tired of Charles. Everytime he gets drunk, I have to bail him out of jail. What should I do?” Anna asked. “I am doing this is for Elena’s sake. She is only 4 years old and I don’t want her to feel that she does not have a father.” “Well…” Mona tried to come up with something. “I guess it is time for you guys to get a divorce.” Mona suggested. “Divorce? I can’t do that. I don’t want Elena to get hurt.” “Trust me, if you don’t you will eventually end up hurting more people.” “You’re right, but what should I do and tell him that I want to file for a divorce?” Anna wondered. “Just say that you can’t put up with this anymore and hand him the papers.” They talked for two hours and everyone was sleeping. The next day Charles came home, Anna handed him the divorce papers. “Here are the divorce papers for you to sign,” she said. “Oh,”he looked at her and took the papers
The clash of reasonable arguments and brute strength might be a relevant matter in the modern society. Especially if you don’t know exactly how to cope with violent behaviour. Is violence bad or is it just an expression of strength and being a masculine person?
As I watched her slowly walk back down the stairs I was coming to the realization that all my life I had watched the women I love slowly die. I watched her die just a little every time Brently slipped his arm around her. The feeling of restraint and oppression had crossed her face so many times but I had never been able to acknowledge it. Then as I looked into her eyes all I could see was the little girl I once knew — the girl who had grown up two doors down from my own in a little yellow house. As she descended the stairs she looked so happy, so free, like she once had a long time ago. But then I saw nothing but fear as her eyes dim and slowly close while she fell to the floor. I turned to watch Brently mallard walk straight through the door. Pain is the only sensation I could feel in my entire body. In one quick motion, I moved to screen Brently from the view of his wife. But I was too late. When the doctors came they told me she had died of heart disease—of joy that
“It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder, that life might be long.” (Chopin 17). “"Poof!"… gave a revealing look at the victims of domestic abuse and how they wrestle with overcoming their fear and their doubts after suffering years of abusive treatment.” (Toomer 5) Loureen unlike Mrs. Mallard, witnesses her husband’s death first hand during a marital argument. Loureen goes through denial questioning whether her husband’s death. She is happy her husband is dead but also feels guilty, because she knows how a mourning wife should react, but the joy of his demise is greater,” I should be praying, I should be thinking of the burial, but all that keeps popping into my mind is what will I wear on television when I share my horrible and wonderful story with a studio audience…”, Loureen’s husband, Samuel, was physically abusive, as revealed by Florence, Loureen’s best friend and neighbor. “Did that mother***** hit you again?” (Nottage 1563) This abuse, physical by Samuel and mental by Brently, is what allows Loureen in the drama “Poof!” and Mrs. Mallard in the short story “The Story of an Hour” to have the shared freedom they feel in the release from their respective abusive relationships.
During the second session, the family was provided individual opportunities to relate his or her perceptions of the struggles in the family. Using Claudia as the identified patient, the family related struggles directly associated with Claudia’s behavior (Nichols, 2013, p. 15). Whitaker (1978) conceptualized the issues in a different perspective stating, “sounds like Claudia is in charge of getting Mom and Dad to start fighting, and you and Laura are in charge of helping them stop” (p. 11). Whitaker also indicated the parallels involving Carolyn’s anger at Claudia for hiding in her room and David’s propensity to hide in his study (p. 11). Using the unconscious frame of reference from session one, another conceptualization that was presented was that of Don’s willingness to talk as the reason that the family had not wanted to bring him to the first session (p. 12).
In the story, the narrators view of the “wife” is not very admirable. Almost everything she either says or does is childlike. The conflict of feeling emotionally separated from her husband no doubt
Scottish inventor Robert Anderson invents the first crude electric carriage powered by non-rechargeable primary cells.
A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.
The park is place we like to go when we want to relax. The park is an obvious place of escaping the constraints of the life around us. People are walking around the trail, children playing on the playground, and the place generally seems to be at a more relaxed place in the park. My visit to the park was one that I thought would reveal a certain level of peace. It did.