“The Husbands Side of Life”

Beep beep beep! ā€œWhat’s this? Sheā€™s in labor. My wifeā€™s in labor everyone, I must leave at once.ā€ Whereā€™s my keys, John breathe think, oh here they are. This is going to be the longest 5 minute drive of my life.

ā€œWhereā€™s room 309?ā€ ā€œRight down the hall sir.ā€ Said the Nurse

I better slow down Iā€™m running out of breathe.

ā€œJohn youā€™re hereā€ says Jane, ā€œof course, now itā€™s time to have our son.ā€

After 10 hours of labor we are exhausted. It was a stressful delivery, emergency cesarean. Thankfully mom and baby are in good health. I will have to take over lots of duties in the next week or so while she heals.

ā€œDarling would you like to hold him, I can assist you?ā€ ā€œNot right now Iā€™m too tiredā€ she said.

Days like this turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. I had to hire a stay home nanny and have my sister Jennie move in to look after my family as I had to go back to work.

Work has become my life. At home I didnā€™t want to be in Janeā€™s way, all she would ever speak about was the ugly wallpaper in our bedroom. She hasnā€™t progressed she analyses the wallpaper in a way that she drives herself insane. Not calling my wife crazy, sheā€™s just putting too much attention on unnecessary things instead of her health. I love my wife I want her back, back the way she once was. Writing about beautiful things and places full of life.

Our son is growing, my poor child needs love and affection from his mother. I try as much as I can and Jennie is great trying to play the mother role. But sheā€™s not his mother, itā€™s a lot for Jennie she cannot have children of her own. Meanwhile Jane bared a child and doesnā€™t want anything to do with him.

Home is dreadful, but it’s home. I have horrid thoughts while Iā€™m away at work, as soon as I open the estates door I run up to Janeā€™s room to check on her and hope she hasnā€™t harmed herself in away. I discussed anti-depressants for her with her brother, he agreed that taking something might actually help her relax. She slept better that night, but sheā€™s still not my Jane. Will I ever get her back?

ā€œJane dear please go for a walk, some fresh air might do you wellā€ ā€œyes darlingā€ said Jane

Finally she listened, getting out might be good for her. I wanted her gone so I can take a good look at the hideous wallpaper.

First thing I notice it yellow, ugly yellow not a happy bright yellow, with uneven patterns. Ahh that must be what bothers her. Itā€™s not aligned correctly. This paper mustā€™ve shifted with the heat and melted, no one has lived her in years. That can be irritating, thereā€™s no beauty in the room. I thought possibly with this room previously being a nursery she might want to connect with our child.

ā€œJennie! Please come in hereā€

ā€œYes John, please hurry this room isnā€™t wellā€ she said

ā€œThatā€™s exactly what I wanted to speak with you about. What do you see when you look into this wallpaper.ā€ I asked curiously.

ā€œJohn, I see Jane. Janeā€™s somehow lost in there. I notice the yellow and how it stains oneā€™s clothing. Janeā€™s clothes always have patches of yellow as if she was sleeping on a yellow stained bed. I do wish you would take it down for her.ā€ Said Jennie.

We only have a day left in this house, maybe I shouldā€™ve redecorated or listened to Jane and went into another room. Unfortunately I now have to leave for work over night tonight. This can be well for Jane, some closure or at very least happiness that she will never see the wallpaper again.

ā€œJennie, would you please stay with Jane tonight?ā€

ā€œI will John, safe travels brother. Donā€™t worry about us here?ā€ Jennie replied

My dear sister if only it was that easy to not worry. As I worked all I could think of was that wallpaper and what it has done to Jane. She looked at it as if someone was looking back her.

Now to get ready to go home. Itā€™s been a strange 3 months. Letā€™s see how Jane will be in the comfort her own home. ā€œLetā€™s get going everyone, the sooner we have everything together the sooner we are out of hereā€. I yelled.

ā€œJane dear, itā€™s John, Iā€™m ready to take you home.ā€

ā€œJohnā€ she said

ā€œOpen this doorā€

ā€œI canā€™t, but you can from the outside with the keyā€ she replied

I canā€™t get this door open, she doesnā€™t sound well. I hope sheā€™s safe and my worst fear hasnā€™t come true. She cannot be harmed. I need her I love her. Finally itā€™s open.

ā€œWhat the matter with you Jane, I nearly had a heart attack for godā€™s sake your yellow”

ā€œIā€™m free!ā€ she whispered

Maybe I was wrong for bringing her here and I shouldnā€™t have left her last night.

ā€œWhat do you mean by free.ā€

ā€œIā€™ve ripped off the wallpaper, so you canā€™t put me backā€ she said

Now I understand she was so lost and confined she saw herself in the yellow wallpaper. Oh no what’s that I think Iā€™m having that heart attack now.

3 thoughts on ““The Husbands Side of Life””

  1. I really liked your retelling and that you started from when Jane had gone into labor. I felt that it shows John’s hope and excitement at the birth of his son ,and the growth of his family. I think its interesting to see his side of the story and how he perceived his wife’s slow descent into depression. I also like that you pointed out that he found the wallpaper to be unattractive as well, and that he can see what she sees.

  2. Retelling a story is very good way of telling a story in an another person view is a way of telling a story in a different way. Reading a story then retelling different stage of mind is like telling a Cinderella Story then going back to the real of life of story. It’s like a dream you want to come true as a story.

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