The Great Tom

You are probably asking yourself why I would let Daisy and Gatsby go home together? After all, I did just find out that they both had an affair and that they both apparently love each other. Any smart man would not have let his wife drive home with the man he knew that she had an affair with. So why would I let Daisy go home with Gatsby? The answer to this is actually quite simple. I know that Daisy doesn't love Gatsby like she loves me. What we have, the memories we have created, out-weigh the short moments that her and Gatsby had. I can tell that she loves me more. It was also a way of showing Gatsby that I was more powerful than him. I held more power over Daisy than he did, and I was going to exercise it. Anyone else may have seen it as an unwise decision but Gatsby knew what I was getting at. He knew that this was a sign of my power. By letting Daisy go with him, it showed that I knew Daisy loved me enough to not go behind my back with him. Not only was a more powerful in soci...

Daisy was so lucky. She was marrying into wealth and she was marrying the most eligible bachelor. I mean I was also pretty lucky myself. Daisy was one of the most sought-after women and I was the man to get her. That is part of the reason I wanted to marry her. I was showing my dominance. While I excelled in both football and polo, getting the "it girl" showed every other guy that I was better than them. I guess we were both feeling pretty lucky at the point. I must admit that she did look awfully beautiful walking down that isle towards me. Although I'm not fully in love with her, we will make a pretty good couple. I know for a fact though, that she does love me. I positive that we have the potential to become a very influential couple in New York. However, when she got up to the alter to say our vows, she seemed off. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, yet she didn't seem the least bit joyful. I was going to ask her what was wrong, but I got so cau...

I was absolutely shell-shocked. Myrtle was hit by a car, and not just any car. She was hit by Jay Gatsby's yellow car. He murdered her and Daisy witnessed it all. I certainly hope that Daisy isn't scarred. No matter how mad I am at her right now, she never deserved to see a woman get hit by a car, more importantly, a car she was in. I really wish she had never gotten into that car with him. I really had pity on her for having to go through such a rough experience. Gatsby really needed to learn to be more careful. If he really loved her like he claimed to, he would have been paying more attention to the road. I was furious with him. I felt as though he couldn't do one thing without screwing it up. I also felt as though it was partially my fault for Myrtle's death. No one knew what was going on between us but somehow George found out. She was running from him because he knew about us. I was partially responsible for what happened to her and I felt so guilty. I had also ju...

Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. I just kept hearing her name and I was tired of it. That is when I snapped. I do regret hitting her. A gentleman should never hit a woman, but I was fed up with her. She needed to learn to keep her and Daisy separate. She was just my mistress, not my wife. Why couldn't she get that through her head? She didn't need to mock me by saying Daisy's name over and over. Slapping her seemed to be the only necessary option but I didn't think the consequences through. I guess I should have thought that through better, but I didn't. When people don't do as I ask, or push me, I push back, and they pay the consequences. Slapping Myrtle wasn't the best option, but it did shut her up. It's not like I go around saying George multiple times so why can't she just hold her mouth. Well I guess now she won't say Daisy's name. I just hope that I didn't ruin whatever it was that we had. After all, she should forgive me. She clearly likes me...

We got an invitation, so we decided to go. I wish I hadn't of gone. There was so much alcohol. It was truly an uncomfortable situation. I didn't know what to think, much less feel. I don't like Gatsby, much less the parties he throws. I wouldn't go as far to say that I hate him, but I do strongly dislike him. Every time I am around him, granted, that hasn't really been often, I get a bad feeling. At his party, I felt so out of place. I was surrounded by people who pretend to be extravagant but drank as if there was no tomorrow. I was the only true gentleman at that house. While I consumed alcohol, I wasn't overdoing it. I know how to act. I didn't feel comfortable with everyone stumbling around like a drunken mess. Instead of loosening up like most people do at parties, I just got more and more tense. I didn't have that feeling of ecstasy or excitement, I was almost bored.  The only reason I went was to keep an eye on Daisy. I then did something I almost...

I knew something was off about that Jay Gatsby, but I certainly wasn't expecting this. Out of everyone he could love, it had to be my wife. He always threw large parties so why couldn't he just find a wife there? This is insane. He then almost forced Daisy to admit her love for him. Well, at least, that is how it seemed to be. I was just waiting for her to say that she loved him. And then she did. I almost didn't believe her. Daisy then tried to convince me that she loved both Gatsby and I. That was impossible though. Why couldn't she just be loyal? Yes, I had a mistress but I never claimed to love both her and Daisy. It was a completely different scenario. What was wrong with me that would cause Daisy to love someone else? Was it Gatsby's newfound wealth that attracted her to him? I was just as, if not more, wealthy than Gatsby. I began to dwell on it a little more and I remember Daisy acting weird when Jordan Baker mentioned his name. She seemed off. It was almost...