I Rescued Our Housemaid From My Wife

We are suffering from the malady of violent communication

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Her name is Meera. She cleans and cooks at our home. She just married her second daughter and is paying a monthly interest rate of 5% on the jewelry she bought from the Goldsmith.

She’s in her 50s, and her salary from us makes up 80% of her income. Her husband has retired from a non-pensionable job. When my family was away on summer vacations to Delhi, she was spot-on with whatever she did at home. Bedsheets were neatly tucked, food was made and kept aesthetically pleasing, and clothes were washed and stored neatly. She never missed the opportunity to keep every single object at its designated place.

She called me to ask for my food preferences every day.

It was so humbling for me to have her. I would question myself every day: do I deserve it?

Experiencing absolute agony in office

I was questioning my worth because I was going through the most humiliating months of my corporate career. There is nothing more annihilating for a man than to be stuck with a narcissistic female boss.

I’m not being misogynistic; I’m being blunt in using the gender difference because in a man-to-man or a female-to-female equation, it…