Why I... Hit Myrtle

Oh Myrtle! Although I loved her very much, she could be such a stubborn fool! She knew that when I was with her that last thing I would ever want to talk about is Daisy and my family life. I was very unhappy with my family and felt as if I never wanted to be around them. I was not in love with Daisy, and, although our child is beautiful, I do not even know her. So I had Myrtle whom I spent most of my time with while I am in New York City. She knew the rules and the way I felt about my family, yet she was so stubborn and broke the rules anyway. When we were having a small get together one time in our apartment in New York, Myrtle kept going on and on about Daisy, mocking her and mocking me for still being with her, and I had heard enough! I hit her square in the nose. She started to bleed immediately, and I began to feel guilty for what I did. But in my defense, why would I want to hear about Daisy? I do not even love her. When I am with Myrtle, I want to focus my whole attention on her and making her happy, so I created this rule to not speak about our spouses and families. Why couldn't she just stick to the rules? And plus, she was mocking me for being with Daisy! The nerve she had. Women should never speak out to men, it is just common knowledge. I do not and will never let women be disrespectful to me. I am Tom Buchanan, no one, especially women, mock me. 

What I Was Feeling ... When Myrtle was Killed

The day Myrtle was killed. Ah yes, I remember this day quite vividly. This was also the day I found out about Gatsby and Daisy and their affair. Because of what I discovered, I was very, very angry. I wanted so much for Gatsby to just suddenly die or vanish from my life, but sadly it was you who vanished instead of Gatsby. When I drove up to the scene with Nick and Jordan I was fighting back tears because I did not want to blow our cover. But my heart broke when I saw your dead body. The blood that poured out of you made me feel as if I myself was dying. The terror and shock I felt make me feel as if I was paralyzed. Myrtle, you were the love of my life. I sadly realized that after you passed because I was too dumb to realize it before.  But when you died, the sadness that filled my heart took over my whole life. Quickly I realized that it had to be the car in which Gatsby and Daisy were driving that struck you. Obviously Gatsby would not be stupid enough to let Daisy drive at night, so it had to be Gatsby that hit you. I felt so much anger throughout my whole body. My face felt as if it was going to blow off of my body, and my skin was boiling hot. How dare he kill the love of my life when he was already ruining my home life with Daisy! I was livid and depressed at the same time. All I wanted was for you to be alive and with me. I cried myself to sleep that night. No one knows that and I do not plan on anyone to ever figure that out. Myrtle, your death made me feel as if I was dead for a very long time. I was emotionally distraught because of it, and every day I wish you were alive and I could have you back. I feel now that I should have made some changes in my life a while ago. The moment I fell in love with you, I should have gotten a divorce and spent the rest of my life with you rather than Daisy. If only I did that, you could be alive, happy, and in love with me right now.

May you forever rest in peace, Myrtle

What I Was Thinking.... When I Told George That Gatsby was the Killer

Gatsby dead in his pool

I do not know how George had the slightest idea that I could have been associated with Myrtle, but the day he came to my door asking me about the death of his wife, I panicked big time that he knew about our relationship. I knew that since Mrytle had died, George had gone insane. Everyone who crossed the valley of ashes talked about the crazy man who believed that the eyes of Doctor TJ Eckleberg were God. He was to the point of being a legal psychopath in many people’s mind. And when he thought that he had found the person who had killed his wife that he loved so dearly, there was no doubt in my mind that he would return the favor. I knew that it was Daisy and Gatsby in that car. Gatsby killed Mrytle while driving my car. Gatsby somehow knew that Myrtle and I were together, and he wanted to get revenge on me for making Daisy come back to me. In order to get revenge, he killed the one person who meant the most to me, and tried to frame me because it was my car that hit her. Then the day that George came to my house, I could see the hate in his eyes, so I happily told him that Gatsby killed his wife. The fury in his eyes was indescribable. The second I told him that Gatsby was the killer, he thanked me, and bolted away to what I assumed to be Gatsby’s house. The next I heard was that George shot Gatsby while he was lounging in the pool and then shot himself. I hate to see George leave the earth like that because he truly was a good guy, but at least two crazies were out of my life. I only wish that Myrtle was still with me so we could finally be together. But Gatsby is now gone because of George and indirectly because of me, so Daisy will no longer be unfaithful, and maybe I can actually start to be faithful in my marriage…..HA yeah right. 

Why I... Hired a Detective to Investigate Gatsby

From the moment that I met Gatsby, that one lunch Nick and Gatsby were having when I had a random run in with them. Nick introduced us, we said our hellos, and then Gatsby darted out of there before I even had a chance to start a conversation. He was weird, something was up. I did not do anything about it then because I thought I would never see him again. But when Daisy and I were invited to one of his wild parties, I started to become suspicious of him. He and Daisy seemed to have had a past, so I began to hire a detective to find out some information about how Gatsby truly got his money. There are a lot of rumors going on about him, and no one truly knows the full story of who is he, what he has done with his life, and how he has received all of this money. I am glad that I did end up investigating who he is because I found out that he is a gangster. A bootlegging criminal. Gatsby is part of the gambling scene of New York, and I heard that one of his friends was the one that rigged the 1919 World Series. What a good friend he is! It is obvious that Gatsby is a bad guy and should not be hanging around my friends and family. We are the high class individuals of New York City. People know us and look up to us for being wealthy, powerful, and classy, so Gatsby and his party animal reputation should not be around us. And once I found out that Daisy and Gatsby was having an affair, I cannot even begin to explain how grateful I am for hiring a detective to find information about Gatsby. Daisy, foolish Daisy, thought that she was in love with Gatsby, but once she found out that he was a gangster and bootlegger, she began to realize that she did not even know who he was. And once she knew that I was right about whom Gatsby truly was, Daisy came crawling back to me. Every day I thank the Lord for giving me the intelligence to investigate Gatsby. If I didn't, my wife could have left me for that scum bag. 

What I Was Feeling....When Daisy Had an Affair

Gatsby, you will regret having an affair with my wife. 

The day I found out that Daisy was having an affair with Gatsby was one of the worst days of my life. Gatsby???? Really? Out of all people?! How could she betray me like that? How dare he come into my house with Nick and be all over my wife the second I walk out of a room. And the looks they gave each other when they spoke, my god! It was like they had been in love for years. That made me sick. The emotions rolling through my head are insane. I am furious for a minute, relax a little, and then become so upset that I almost cry. Oh and the next time I see Gatsby or even hear the name Gatsby, I will get my revenge. How dare a bootlegger like him come into my life and try to steal my wife away from me. You know, I did some research on that guy. What a gangster he is! That makes me even more furious! Some gangster is trying to take my wife away from me. Oh, I am so mad. But also so terribly sad. I thought that my wife was in love with me and that I was the only man that she could ever love. I have trouble admitting this to myself, but I was jealous. Of Gatsby! Of all the people in the world. I was jealous of a criminal who attempted to take my wife away from me. At times when I think about it, I almost don’t blame her for having an affair. I am rarely home, and when I am home, I am usually hosting a dinner party with guests. But I will not let my jealousy of Gatsby take over my life. I will be happy again, Daisy and I will love each other and be content with our lives together. For now, all I know is that Gatsby should be very cautious and sleep with one eye open. I am a very rich and powerful man who can do awful things to an individual.

What I Was Thinking....When I Had All of my Affairs

Myrtle and I in New York City

I am the type of man that does not like to settle with one person. I am Tom Buchanan, rich, successful, and an all-star athlete in my college career. People know me by name. When I like something or someone, I have to have it, even if I am married. What Daisy doesn't know won’t hurt her. All of those times I am in the city, she thinks that I am doing business, but little does she know. My intention is not to hurt Daisy. She is a great woman! I love her and we have a beautiful child together, I just do not think that it is necessary to have to be tied down to one person your whole life, even if you are married. If you think about it, it really is the best of both worlds. When I am back at my house on the East Egg, I have Daisy to come home to, and I know that she would never do anything to go against me. When I am in New York, I have Myrtle. What a great girl she is. Her husband, George Wilson, owns a car garage in the valley of ashes. He is a very nice man, but Myrtle was bored with her life with him. She needed something new and fun, and that is when I stepped in. I know that Myrtle wants me to leave Daisy and spend the rest of my life with her in our apartment in New York, but I do not want to just be with one person. I am too awesome to be tied down to just one. Everyone who knows me wants to be with me, so why not spread the love? I am just trying to help give everyone what they want, a little love from Tom Buchanan. I have never really felt bad about my affairs that I have had because Daisy has never found out. If she did, of course I would say that they are not true and it wasn’t me, and I know she would believe me. That is the good thing about having a wife at home. She is so oblivious. I could come home at 4 o’clock in the morning after spending a long night with Myrtle and tell Daisy that my meetings for work were much longer than I had anticipated, and she would believe me. She would love me with all of her heart and never have a doubt in the world about our love for each other. This whole “family living” thing is not my lifestyle, but since my family is so conservative, they assumed I would get married to someone in the same class as we were and live happily ever after. I could not disappoint them. So I married Daisy, a wealthy and classy woman, and had my fair share of mistresses on the side. I knew Daisy was not the one for me, I had an affair during our honeymoon. It was all wrong, but as long as she did not know about my other women and as long as she was not having an affair, then I am okay.