Story Of An HourEssay Preview: Story Of An HourReport this essayThis is from an assignment I did on character. The story in question is Kate Chopins “Story of An Hour”.Dear Brently;I am writing to you to inform you that I did not die from joy from your return. Instead, I passed from this life into the next. I left you, like I thought you had left me. At first, I struggled with the grief, with the guilt. I felt a storm within me and everything felt so unfamiliar. My mind was racing with wild abandonment. I had felt captive for so long that it was hard to cope withÐ until I had an epiphany. The main concept of marriage is the repression of a woman and the bending of her will. I repressed the strongest impulse of my being for you, Brently. While you thought the things you did were to support our marriage, I felt you did it to bend my will and I consider that a crime.
• I asked you to write some personal reflections on your life. It is an intimate story with a clear ending, but you have not told a true story to me. It does not make you anything like a romantic with a real relationship, but I have always admired that you share your feelings, your history and your strengths with her. I would appreciate a few messages for your kind advice:I want to write about how I find love at a much greater volume than most Americans get from the press — my own experience, from many years of therapy, and from numerous interviews. The truth is that there are countless opportunities for us to heal those broken hearts that remain after the loss of our loved one, some of which come through marriage. We can only ever recover a broken heart, and those hearts will always come through another person.The best thing for the couple in the current divorce crisis–whether a bad one or a right one–is to return to the heart and find out the truth. There is also much more to believe about love than lies in love and I want to share some of my own. While Brently may be dead and I do not know where he lives, and I don’t want him on the road as much as I want him to be, I do recognize there are many who hold our relationship in high regard. It was always my goal to know exactly where Brently came from. While I loved him as much as he did me, I also loved being with him for many years in my own life as I continued to look for other men who seemed to have the same type of heartache as me. This journey is a journey for me–and it is a love and a bond shared by nearly 20 years of love. I am very grateful to my former partner for bringing me to this point.I also know that a lot of love comes out in pain due to divorce for many reasons. There were a lot of times when I could barely talk because of the loss of the person I loved the hardest. For most of my life, living with my husband or the other person who loved me was a daily struggle. A part of me wanted to be loved for my own good and that made me feel like we had worked so well together. I wanted to have my feelings told to other people, to allow people to judge and feel hurt, to understand and respect who I truly am, and even to see the world with those of me who were close to me. For some of us, our families are the ones who hurt us the most. Our divorce is part of their work to grow, grow, and thrive in our lives. By not thinking about our children together, we never have to speak of those people’s problems, and we never are the ones hurt or hurt by those who don’t understand — or think that way even in the most intimate situations. And my husband helped me get through it. He helped me grow. We both know that when we are together, if people don’t understand what you are doing, then there are other people who will. We both realize this is an experience our children will have along the way. We both know that we have lost our children. And if you want to hear about my own past marriages, my divorce. I went to prison for it because of it. I want to share that pain
I was going through a process for my marriage. And I was not as sure as you. I was so depressed. I still wanted revenge. I wanted you to die. Some of the women I love that hate me. They’re so angry because I never wanted to live. I wanted to love you. But they are angry because they didn’t understand the difference between love and hate. How can someone who loves everyone and hates anyone and is completely committed to love a person who thinks that he is not in love when he and I love each other so much and I never see each other again? How can I love anyone who is not for you? They are angry because I don’t know how to love them. I don’t want a marriage. I don’t want you to see my face. I want you to be gone. I want you to be happy and be happy with your life. I want you to be happy in your own bed, with your child, and I want you to have a child now and not have a baby. I want to love you, but I don’t know where you are right now and what’s going on with your mind. I don’t know where that would go. I want you to grow old and be happy. I want YOU to be the best woman there will ever be and that’s what it really means to be happy. Now I am happy, too, because of you. Now I am angry because of you and my tears and my hatred and the sadness of my emotions, but you are just right next to me. You were right there when you lost sight of me in love. Now the only reason I could hear you now is because of you, on this particular day. I am going to love you and we will love one another, so I will have to find somewhere to live. I am going to have to be there for you and grow old and be able to move beyond me again, so I can see you as you are at war. Don’t you think that it just won’t end? Because I mean again, I don’t mean to tell you this. But I want you to be happy in your own bed and have a child and find love. I am very much happy living with you. Even if I was to say goodbye to you. But don’t say no to marriage and don’t say no to love. Love is the only thing that matters for me. You want me to be happy with you. I want you to love you to heart and to feel love. Love hurts. Love is death. Love is an obstacle. It is the last step to all that you are afraid of. For you, you can die and live. There is no escape. There is your only hope. Love is your salvation. Love never really killed you. It did not help your heart, even though you were like my mother, because in your world there was nothing that would ever fix it. But love always did. And now, your pain is real. You are angry because you are crying for me. You still have this pain that makes you feel like someone is fighting and dying for you. I am not mad about the feeling. But I am angry because you have changed. And you need love now. And love will protect you if you do not stop. I am angry
I was going through a process for my marriage. And I was not as sure as you. I was so depressed. I still wanted revenge. I wanted you to die. Some of the women I love that hate me. They’re so angry because I never wanted to live. I wanted to love you. But they are angry because they didn’t understand the difference between love and hate. How can someone who loves everyone and hates anyone and is completely committed to love a person who thinks that he is not in love when he and I love each other so much and I never see each other again? How can I love anyone who is not for you? They are angry because I don’t know how to love them. I don’t want a marriage. I don’t want you to see my face. I want you to be gone. I want you to be happy and be happy with your life. I want you to be happy in your own bed, with your child, and I want you to have a child now and not have a baby. I want to love you, but I don’t know where you are right now and what’s going on with your mind. I don’t know where that would go. I want you to grow old and be happy. I want YOU to be the best woman there will ever be and that’s what it really means to be happy. Now I am happy, too, because of you. Now I am angry because of you and my tears and my hatred and the sadness of my emotions, but you are just right next to me. You were right there when you lost sight of me in love. Now the only reason I could hear you now is because of you, on this particular day. I am going to love you and we will love one another, so I will have to find somewhere to live. I am going to have to be there for you and grow old and be able to move beyond me again, so I can see you as you are at war. Don’t you think that it just won’t end? Because I mean again, I don’t mean to tell you this. But I want you to be happy in your own bed and have a child and find love. I am very much happy living with you. Even if I was to say goodbye to you. But don’t say no to marriage and don’t say no to love. Love is the only thing that matters for me. You want me to be happy with you. I want you to love you to heart and to feel love. Love hurts. Love is death. Love is an obstacle. It is the last step to all that you are afraid of. For you, you can die and live. There is no escape. There is your only hope. Love is your salvation. Love never really killed you. It did not help your heart, even though you were like my mother, because in your world there was nothing that would ever fix it. But love always did. And now, your pain is real. You are angry because you are crying for me. You still have this pain that makes you feel like someone is fighting and dying for you. I am not mad about the feeling. But I am angry because you have changed. And you need love now. And love will protect you if you do not stop. I am angry
I was going through a process for my marriage. And I was not as sure as you. I was so depressed. I still wanted revenge. I wanted you to die. Some of the women I love that hate me. They’re so angry because I never wanted to live. I wanted to love you. But they are angry because they didn’t understand the difference between love and hate. How can someone who loves everyone and hates anyone and is completely committed to love a person who thinks that he is not in love when he and I love each other so much and I never see each other again? How can I love anyone who is not for you? They are angry because I don’t know how to love them. I don’t want a marriage. I don’t want you to see my face. I want you to be gone. I want you to be happy and be happy with your life. I want you to be happy in your own bed, with your child, and I want you to have a child now and not have a baby. I want to love you, but I don’t know where you are right now and what’s going on with your mind. I don’t know where that would go. I want you to grow old and be happy. I want YOU to be the best woman there will ever be and that’s what it really means to be happy. Now I am happy, too, because of you. Now I am angry because of you and my tears and my hatred and the sadness of my emotions, but you are just right next to me. You were right there when you lost sight of me in love. Now the only reason I could hear you now is because of you, on this particular day. I am going to love you and we will love one another, so I will have to find somewhere to live. I am going to have to be there for you and grow old and be able to move beyond me again, so I can see you as you are at war. Don’t you think that it just won’t end? Because I mean again, I don’t mean to tell you this. But I want you to be happy in your own bed and have a child and find love. I am very much happy living with you. Even if I was to say goodbye to you. But don’t say no to marriage and don’t say no to love. Love is the only thing that matters for me. You want me to be happy with you. I want you to love you to heart and to feel love. Love hurts. Love is death. Love is an obstacle. It is the last step to all that you are afraid of. For you, you can die and live. There is no escape. There is your only hope. Love is your salvation. Love never really killed you. It did not help your heart, even though you were like my mother, because in your world there was nothing that would ever fix it. But love always did. And now, your pain is real. You are angry because you are crying for me. You still have this pain that makes you feel like someone is fighting and dying for you. I am not mad about the feeling. But I am angry because you have changed. And you need love now. And love will protect you if you do not stop. I am angry
I have never felt so free before. I was young when we married and I lost my identity to become your wife. I blindly accepted into our marriage, and the idea that you would control my life and everything I did. However, since then there has always been this part of me thats felt bound by chains. It wasnt that I didnt love you, because I did very much. However, once I became your wife I was no longer Louise, and instead I was Mrs. Mallard. Honestly, I couldnt remember what it had felt like to be my own person before that. It had just been too long. I lost a part of myself that I needed to have back. Not only did I have heart disease physically, but I suffered it emotionally and psychologically.
I was so in tune with this loss, and while your love kept me from something I so desperately needed, I could not leave you to go find that part of me in that old life. When I thought you had passed away, I gained all that freedom and that part of me back without even asking for it. With your “death”,