what do they do with the crazy wives

My first real novel was Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I was ten years old. My mother suggested it to me, I don't know why. She died one year later. I loved that novel and I still do very deep in my heart, I read it many times in the first years, parts or other, what I wanted to understand more clear. I would like to know and my mother is not here to tell me why she gave me that book.
And tonight while I was thinking that I'm going crazy, worse and worse, I remembered sudenly the crazy wife from Jane Eyre. And for the first time I realized what was going on with HER. First time when I thought that was not ok that poor crazy woman was kept like in a prison, living her life between wals, seeing only one person. Never felt any pity or understanding for her before, she was the bad one who was destroying Jane Eyre's romantic relationship.
Because, of course, I always imagined that I'm kind of Jane Eyre. As a child I tried to act like her and sometimes I felt ashamed that I don't do what Jane Eyre would do. Even as an adult somewhere inside me I felt Jane Eyre.
And tonight I was stunned by the truth. I'm going to be the crazy wife not Jane Eyre. Will my husband lock me in a tour? No, he can't. We respect our mental ill people. I'll stay probably in a health institution and my husband will visit me (this is what a decent person shoul do and he, the bastard, is a decent person), he will care about my situation and take care of all the practical aspects until I die, no matter he dies earlier. Of course, he can divorce, he will, but still he will be there for me. He will be there for me when I have the clear diagnose mental illness. Now, when I really need he is here for me, not just around, but thinking of me, he is not. So, I'll have all the understanding in the world, my children will visit me too, some friends. My husband will marry a Jane Eyre, a real one etc. And I won't have the chance to fire the house.
I was thinking of all these why pushing the double pram, my two kids were giggling at each other. I have two beautiful happy children.