The Yellow Wallpaper

This short story starts out relativly normal, but there is that hint of the ever so strange. As we travel through the story in the mind of the narrator, the wife of a doctor, things start to head to the crazy way. The narrator's husband treats her more and more like a child as the short story goes on. He see's her as a responsibility instead of a wife. He locks her away in a house that she doesn't know, in a room that she doesn't like and leaves her there with the yellow wallpaper. I understand that his wife was on her way to being unstable, but that doesn't mean that he can treat her as a child and leave her in a room where children before her had played. In fact, in a way, her husband is cruel. Instead of recognizing that she has a problem he pretends as though making her sleep all day and do nothing is making her better. Yet at the same time he hides her away in a secluded house to hide her away from the neighbors. The poor narrator is left the waste away in a lonely house with only a maid for company. As time passes the narrator starts losing her sense of reality. She can't follow the pattern or fathom the color of the wallpaper and at night instead of seeing a pattern, she see's bars and a woman trapped behind them. Sometimes she see's several women behind the bars and at other times she see's just one woman prowling and prowling for freedom. By the end of the short story the narrator becomes that woman. The woman prowling around for freedom from a mind that keeps her enclosed in a world that doesn't exist. She is trying to escape from a husband who keeps her hidden away and from a life where she has no purpose, but to lie around and stare at yellow wallpaper.