Blog entry number two

In “The Yellow Wallpaper” Gilman Perkins describes how she lived her life in her upstairs bedroom. Her husband John is a physician and it seems he treats her as if she is not all there. Throughout the story, the narrator appears to be normal but at times she seems quite unreliable.  For example, in the beginning she describes how she is trapped in her bedroom and seems to have a logical explanation for being there.  She explains how her husband has her there due to a nervous condition.  In other words, the logical explanation is a medical illness.  Her husband John thinks that if she gets out of the house into the real world that her condition will only get worse. And she agrees her husband that is why she stays home all day, every single day with no job and no responsibility of any kind. She talks about some lady that takes care of their baby. I assume her husband doesn’t even trust is own wife with their own child. The only thing that makes her feel any better is writing. She writes and writes but has no one to share her writing with and she feels the need to sly behind her husband’s back to write a single word in her journal. I think this lady is getting worse and worse as the days pass by and I would partly blame it on her husband for keeping her inside the house all by herself. He is ruling her life and she is doing nothing to stop him. She listens to his reasoning on why she must stay at home. I feel like the more he tells her the more she believes his nonsense. And that what’s really must have caused her to get ill in the first place. She starts to believe there is something evil in the house but she’s not sure what came over her and he just told her she was felling tired so he closed the window to the bedroom.  She does get angry with John and I would imagine after being treated the same way for so long she definitely has all the right to be angry with him. After getting angry with him she then decided to blame it on her nervous condition as well. When the author begins to share what she sees when  she look at the yellow wallpaper in the upstairs bedroom she s been cooped up in, she says, “There is a recurrent spot where the pattern looks lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down” (Gilman 57). She is discussing how she sees a pair of eyes staring back at her through this wallpaper, after this point she definitely becomes unreliable, from this pair of eyes she goes into further details and is still stuck on describing this yellow wallpaper over and over again. However, soon after this statement she talks about how she never would imagine anything like that out of any other object. As a child she would lay in her room staring at an empty room with blank walls and get more entertainment and eel more scarred than another kid going in a toy store. “I remember what kindly wink the knobs of our big old bureau used to have, and there was one chair, that always seemed to be my friend” (Gilman 567).  After this statement I felt fooled as if maybe she really wasn’t all there even as a child and this whole time I was thinking it was her husband’s fault! I am totally unsure now and don’t even know what to think anymore.