The contradictory stereotype

 “Dinner” seemed to be all that needed to be said in my house. My dad would yell down the stairs just as it was starting. My mom was not there a lot for dinner but when I heard her anxiety voice yelling down I prepared myself. My 15 year old blanket wrapped around me, slide on a pair of fuzzy socks and put my hair back as I marched up.  It started right after we would say grace. When I was young I would fight back, but as I got older I started to cave.  As I got older this was our only way of communication. But this is how we showed love. Her yelling at me about my grades was her showing me she loved me. She wanted to make sure I did well in school and succeed in life. She wanted to make sure I was ok. She was never taught any other way. In society women are thought as being the more affectionate ones and men as the more unsaid affectionate ones. This was proven in Mannings work with the line “To say goodbye, I kissed and hugged my mother and I prepared to shake my fathers hand”. My family is contradictory to this stereotype. My father wills how affection more than my mother.