The child was like ice in her womb. For as she looked at the dead man, her mind, cold and detached, said clearly: "Who am I? What have I been doing? I have been fighting a husband who did not exist. He existed all the time. What wrong have I done? What was that I have been living with” (2495). Elizabeth realizes she has lived life day to day sharing it with someone she believed she loved but the reality was that looking at his dead body she never really knew him at all. This is seen through actions like in the beginning of the story she is angry because she thinks he is a drunk and out drinking instead of coming home when actually he is dead. She was in love with the actions and idea of having a husband, someone who you can truly love, but when it came down to it she had a sense of failure because of the realization that she never really knew the real man that was her husband. I lost my dad in the fourth grade, and my mom tells me stories about him and sometimes it feels like I knew him better than anyone else and some days you feel like you never really got to know him at all. Do you think this is a valid idea or do you think the grief from losing her husband can be partly to blame for Elizabeth’s ways of
The child was like ice in her womb. For as she looked at the dead man, her mind, cold and detached, said clearly: "Who am I? What have I been doing? I have been fighting a husband who did not exist. He existed all the time. What wrong have I done? What was that I have been living with” (2495). Elizabeth realizes she has lived life day to day sharing it with someone she believed she loved but the reality was that looking at his dead body she never really knew him at all. This is seen through actions like in the beginning of the story she is angry because she thinks he is a drunk and out drinking instead of coming home when actually he is dead. She was in love with the actions and idea of having a husband, someone who you can truly love, but when it came down to it she had a sense of failure because of the realization that she never really knew the real man that was her husband. I lost my dad in the fourth grade, and my mom tells me stories about him and sometimes it feels like I knew him better than anyone else and some days you feel like you never really got to know him at all. Do you think this is a valid idea or do you think the grief from losing her husband can be partly to blame for Elizabeth’s ways of