I loath the narrator so much and yet I can't help but love her too. Knowing that the narrator has all of the opportunities and resources for a perfect life while she spends the length of the novel miserable makes her suffering so cathartic. My interpretation of the novel is that the narrator deserved to suffer, as a penance for her inability to see beyond herself. I loved the ending, how she drugged herself up and locked herself away. In a way I felt some sense of forgiveness towards the narrator, and in that way, when she emerged, I almost felt reborn too.