Story Of An Hour

This is from an assignment I did on character. The story in question is Kate Chopin's "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 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 that's felt bound by chains. It wasn't that I didn't 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 couldn't 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",