The Story of an Hour – Mrs. Mallard

“The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin shows that when times are hard death seems like the only way out especially for women who are subdued by unbearable social expectations upon marriage. Mrs. Mallards was a grieving women, with monstrous joy, who becomes a liberated women and dies. In this story you start to realize how at times love cannot only be mysterious but also joyful. In the beginning of the story Mrs. Mallards is told that her husband has passed away. Her husband’s death became a ticket to her own freedom. This women was surely depressed in her marriage, sometimes she loved her husband and sometimes she didn’t. When their close Richard came by and delivered the bad news all Mrs. Mallards could do is go up to her room and enclose herself up there. Mrs. Mallard’s Sister Josephine tried sticking by her every step of the way. Mrs. Mallards cried and cried until she finally realized her husband death is her way out. After seeing that her husband wasn’t dead, she collapse and die of joy.

After hearing the heart breaking news Mrs. Mallards starts to grieve over her husband death. “She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sisters arms.” After weeping in Josephine arms she decides to ensure herself upstairs in her room. Mrs. Mallards seem to feel every bit of hurt. “She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept it’s significant.” She felt like everything she had has been taken away from her.

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Mrs. Mallards begins to have monstrous joy after realizing this could be a good thing. “But she saw beyond that bitter moment along procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.” As a wife she felt as if she loved her husband and sometimes she didn’t. Once Mrs. Mallards came to reality, she accepts every bit of freedom that came her way. “And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.” But there was more to the stor…