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