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Louise Mallard

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Most people see marriage as a positive thing. Imagine sharing your house, ideas, thoughts, and dreams with the partner of your choice. Now imagine having a life aggressive heart condition, being treated as a child as an adult, slowly losing your mind, and unknowingly depressed. In The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin, we sense marriage in a unhealthy, negative point of view, Average wise, Louise Mallard, takes in heartbreaking news about her husband. As expected, a wave of emotions struck her already troubled heart, while she experienced her husband’s death Only then did she uncover her true emotions.
Overall, Mrs. Mallard was broken. She believed she needed something else to ameliorate her wounds, but she never found it. She, over time, developed …show more content…

Mrs. Mallard played the role society told her to. She married a good man, with a good job, and lived adequately. She silently went into her room and sat facing the open, in a comfortable, roomy armchair (Chopin 3).Proving, she was maybe in the upper middle class which gives character to her family (Kneisler). She was peaky and fragile due to her heart condition and constantly controlled by her sister, Josephine. Obviously as her sister she was aware of her heart condition which is why great compassion was taken to considerately to disclose her sister about Richard’s death (Chopin 1). It was evident she wore a mask due to her mixed emotions over his death. She cried in her sister’s arms, in her room, and then eventually she realised what this meant for her. “ She said it over and over under her breathe: ‘free, free, free!’” She hoped to be free of her boring comfortable life. She wasn’t delighted, she, instead, was sad and tired. Mrs. Mallard hoped to show the …show more content…

Mallard was trapped and troubled. Her conclusive reality of dreaming of dreaming of independence was pushing her over the edge. She was depressed. Slowly going insane. Mrs. Mallard played her social role all the time, she didn’t realise how unhappy she was because she was so used to playing it all the time; acting her part. She didn’t understand herself. She wanted to be happy but didn’t understand what it took to do so. She wanted to fix herself, she didn’t like feeling broken, a feeling she had, over and over. “She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.’ To make matters worse, she had heart problems; literally. Her condition was so severe, she allowed others to control her. Reverting back to her usual attitude and hiding herself. She seemed so skittish and sensitive, like she was so lightweight she could’ve blown her over with a gust. She, as I would’ve imagined, was annoyed with the childish behavior and wanted to experience life on her own. Given historical evidence, most women were practically owned by their: husbands, brothers, fathers, grandfathers, any man willing. I believed she understood everything. She understood how women were treated. Women were expected to be toys, dolls even. They were not allowed to secure an education, own property, vote, simple rights we have now. Even though she

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