Freedom in The Story of an Hour

Kate Chopins The Story of an Hour, is virtually a new-fashioned woman, Louise Mallard, stuck in a miserable unification. soon she found freedom after(prenominal)(prenominal) being told of her hubbys death ascribable to a railroad adventure and prayed that life might be long when she just lately regretted the fact that her miserable marry life might be long (Chopin p. 175). She came down the steps to her front door origin with her husband standing in the door frame unharmed and alive, and the shock of seeing him caused her to permit a heart attack. I can relate my trade union to Louises because I remember how it mat up to repress your unhappiness.\nI started a family and was married at the young age of twenty-three to a man that I scantily knew and at first, everything was wonderful, and I was exclusively in love with my diminutive boy and being a new mommy. As the old age went by my ill grew, with the tot up of alcohol my thusly husband consumed. I worked throu ghout the marriage and he had a dividing line some of the time, but I was the main esteems of contain for our family, and I was expected to financial backing a perfect brook and raise respectable children, plot he was able to do as he pleased, with what seemed alike(p) no concern for me or our two children. Louise was a stronger mortal than some take her for because of her repression of the misery she felt in acerbic marriage, and in that time there was no one for her to babble to or turn to.\nI am not veritable if it makes me a horrible person or not, but so many time I wished for my husband to get into a car accident turn he was drunk. I treasured him to be badly wound or even killed by his own stupidity, because quite a great deal he drank heavily after work and then herd home. He was a mean drunk and he was drunk all of the time, especially in the last three years of our five year marriage. I thought that if he died or was badly injured then I would have a r eason to leave. The few times that I did try to leave, he just came after me, peril me, and made ...