Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour," is about a young woman, Louise Mallard, stuck in a miserable marriage. Briefly she found freedom after being told of her husbands death due to a railroad accident and prayed that life might be long when she just recently regretted the fact that her miserable married life might be long (Chopin p. 175). She came down the stairs to her front door opening with her husband standing in the door frame uninjured and alive, and the shock of seeing him caused her to have a heart attack. I can relate my marriage to Louise's because I remember how it felt to repress your unhappiness. I started a family and was married at the young age of twenty-three to a man that I barely knew and at first, everything was wonderful, and I was completely in love with my little boy and being a new mommy. As the years went by my misery grew, with the amount of alcohol my then husband consumed. I worked throughout the marriage and he had a job some of the time, but I was the main means of support for our family, and I was expected to keep a perfect house and raise respectable children, while he was able to do as he pleased, with what seemed like no concern for me or our two children. Louise was a stronger person than some take her for because of her repression of the misery she felt in stifling marriage, and in that time there was no one for her to talk to or turn to. I am not sure if it makes me a horrible person or not, but so many times I wished for my husband to get into a car accident while he was drunk. I wanted him to be badly injured or even killed by his own stupidity, because quite often he drank heavily after work and then drove 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 reason to leave. The few times that I did try to leave, he just came after me, threatened me, and made