What I was thinking after Gatsby lost his temper

      Jay Gatsby was not the man everyone thought he was and I had proved it. He was not even a real man, a real man keeps his temper even when everything is going wrong. I continuously kept my temper even when I knew Gatsby and Daisy were having an affair. I knew Gatsby would eventually snap if I kept picking at him. He had a fantasy in his mind that he wanted to come true, but it was not going to. Daisy would not admit she never loved me and how could he think that she could? He could not change the past even if he truly wanted to. Then, boom! He finally snapped and pushed the flowers and vases off of a tabletop. Then he shoved me onto sofa, getting ready to punch me, but instead, he stopped straightened his hair and his suit out. Everyone in the room was stunned, especially Daisy. He had never showed her this side of him and tried to keep it from her. I got him to let it all out, and now, everyone knew he was not the calm, cool guy they knew. Daisy ran out and I let Gatsby run out after her, knowing full well that nothing would happen between them. This little, dumb affair was over. Gatsby’s true colors were showing fully. Now Daisy would know that I was the better man for her. After Daisy and Gatsby left, it was extremely quiet. I asked Nick or Jordan if they wanted anything or any of the leftover alcohol, but they did not. Randomly, Nick said that it was his birthday. What a peculiar thing to say at such a terrible time. He was a quite unique character though. I felt bad for the young lad. All these terrible things had happened on his birthday. At least in the end, everyone knew Gatsby was a fake and I was the one who showed everyone that he was.

What I was feeling when I found out Myrtle was dead

     I could not believe my eyes when I saw Myrtle’s lifeless, bruised, bloody body. She was so charismatic and alluring before, and now she looked terrible. It actually hurt. I had not thought that losing her would hurt me so bad, but it had. My heart physically hurt, and I did not know what to do. I would have started crying had Nick and Jordan not been there. Myrtle was fun and amazing to be with. She was everything that Daisy was not. Daisy was great and beautiful, but Myrtle was more like me. She was feisty and curvy, and I loved every little thing about her. I really did like her, she did not deserve this. When George started yelling about the yellow car and how it was my car, I got so damn angry! I knew who had hit her, but I had to control my anger. Jordan and Nick both knew too now, and their faces went as pale as snow. I pulled George to the side and whispered something in his ears so Nick and Jordan would not hear. There was so much going on and I had no idea what to do. Gatsby was off with my wife, although I knew she was not going to do anything after he had lost his temper, and my Myrtle was dead. I honestly lost a piece of me I would not get back when I lost Myrtle. I knew Myrtle was never going to be anything more than an affair to me, but she thought otherwise. Daisy would always be my wife and the only girl that I would ever truly, truly love. She was just too perfect to give up. It hurts to know Myrtle thought that it was me that did not stop for her when she died. She only wanted to get away from George. It feels like my fault that she died, but it was just stupid Gatsby! God, he ruined everything! He had what was coming for him. I can only hope that Myrtle is happy wherever she is now. She is finally free of George and that is the best thing I could ever wish for her.

Why I moved away with Daisy after Gatsby's death

     When I found out that Gatsby was killed, I was filled with joy. I had my wife back again and no one could interfere with my happiness anymore. The game was in my hands again. I decided that Daisy and I needed to go away, and we needed to forget about West and East Egg. There was too many memories holding us back there, plus I did not want her to attend Gatsby’s funeral. It was only just a little high school romance anyway. Attending the funeral would only make our lives that much harder. I wanted Daisy to have a happy party life again too, and I wanted my daughter to get away from all the madness of Long Island, New York. I realize that we could have stayed, but I wanted to make sure Daisy never had second thoughts about staying with me again. I, also, did not want to be in any part of that death or get the blame for anything that happened. Although, I could have just paid the police off. New York seemed like a boring, sad place now that Myrtle was dead, and Gatsby, and George. There was nothing there for me anymore. I decided to move to England, because it would be easy to start a new life there. Plus, I heard European women were very beautiful. It would keep Daisy occupied again too. The new atmosphere and new sites would keep her enchanted. I know she is sad. The person she thought Gatsby was, was not the person he was. She had all these dreams with him that did not come true. I actually felt quite sorry for her pitiful little fling. I just wanted all the memories to be gone, but I knew they could never be. I wanted to erase Jay Gatsby from everyone’s’ mind, but no one could ever forget Jay Gatsby. That is why I moved to England. It was so far away from New York that the memories almost did not even seem real anymore.

Why I told George that Gatsby ran over and killed Myrtle

     I hated Gatsby. Hated him from the minute I met him. I wanted him gone, away from my Daisy. She was mine and he was going to take her away from me! What else was I supposed to do? I had to get rid of him somehow. When I heard that his car hit Myrtle and her dead body was laying in the road right in front of my eyes, I knew what I was going to do. He was the cause of all the events and bad things that were happening to me. Gatsby and Daisy were having an affair and they both acted like no one knew but everyone knew! He made Daisy turn on me. Of course, Daisy and I had issues and she knew I was cheating but I always came back to her. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone. She loved me too. Hah! He even tried to get her to admit to me that she never loved me but I knew she did. She was my everything and I was her everything. She was my golden girl and I could not lose her. After the accident, George kept bugging me about whose car it was. I had to tell him, I mean c’mon…his wife was cheating on him with me. Of course George knew so it was not a big secret but I had to do something good for him. I felt terrible about the whole thing. So I did. I told him that it was Gatsby’s car and that Gatsby had hit Myrtle. It is quite sad that Myrtle had to get hurt in the end but at least Gatsby is gone. I knew what George was going to do. I knew he was going to go to Gatsby’s and shoot the man but I did not care. What a shame that George shot himself. I could have helped him even though I resented him for trying to take Myrtle away. At least, I will not get the blame. I can continue living with nothing on my soul. Although, I kind of do regret leading George to Gatsby and letting him kill Gatsby. I truly do. I try to act like nothing happened but it is hard. Daisy has not been the same. She puts a smile on her face but I can see it in her eyes that she misses him more so than ever. Now that I think about it though, I do not regret it. Gatsby was a thief, he was going to steal my prized treasure. I wish I could have gotten rid of him sooner. What a bastard! At least, he is gone now and I can enjoy life again with my beautiful wife. 

What I was feeling when Daisy told me she never loved me

     Daisy was the wife every man ever dreamed of having. I cheated on her constantly but she was still always there for me, and she knew I would always come back eventually. She was always loyal until that stupid Gatsby walked into her life. Apparently he treated her better than I did, but that man was too mysterious. He made her tell me that she never loved me. When Daisy told me that she had never, ever had feelings for me, I was stunned. Completely and utterly shocked. I really thought that she had loved me all those years. When she said that to me, a pit dropped in my stomach. I knew that I had messed up. All that cheating had finally caught up to me and she no longer wanted to pretend to love me anymore. I knew she loved someone else all those years. Hell, even before our wedding there was something off about her. Something had bothered her, but I didn’t know what it was. I bet you it was that jerk, Gatsby! God, he is such a foul creature. Anyways, I knew what I had to do. I had to stop all this nonsense of cheating on her. I had to stop lusting at other women or I was going to lose the love of my life. The one who has always been there for me. I had to spend more time with her and less time worrying about other things in life. I realized that I loved her way too much in that one moment. I realized that she just married me for money, for my protection. She never truly loved me, but I had always loved her. It was all because of Gatsby too! I never even knew she had had another man in her life before me. I could not survive without that woman, she always kept me balanced. What was I going to do without her? Nothing, I was nothing without Daisy. She made me who I was. Man, all I kept thinking was she was just in it for the luxury. Instead of me always playing her, she was always playing me. Then finally she said that she couldn’t lie and that she had loved me once, and that was when all those thoughts of change went to hell. I knew I never had to change for her. Daisy Fay would always be the loyal girl I married, and she would always stand by me no matter what I did. All I had to do was get rid of Gatsby.

What I was thinking when I was at Gatsby's party

     As everyone knows, Gatsby threw the best parties. There were dancers and lights and alcohol and all the food in the world. Anything you could have ever dreamed for was there. Gatsby invited Daisy to come to one of his parties. As her husband, she asked me to accompany her but I knew she was going to go off with Gatsby to continue their affair. That’s what irked me. She did it in front of my face. What kind of person does that? I knew that the affair between them would not last, it simply could not. Daisy was my wife and I was richer than Gatsby. Gatsby got his money from dealing illegally, I know it. The sooner Daisy learned it, the sooner everything could go back to the way it was. The party was soon became even worse, drunk men and women were, now, passed out everywhere. It was a disaster. I thought I might get lost every once in a while but Nick was always around me somewhere to lead me around. What a quiet fellow. He knew everything that was going on around him, yet he never said a word. The one thing keeping Daisy there was Gatsby. I drank a few drinks and waited until they were done with there pitiful fling. They were taking forever though! So I went off and made love to some woman I had just met. You know it kind of bothered me a lot, Gatsby and Daisy, but I was not ready to confront the situation. Plus, I had my flings with other women. I just did not think that Daisy would have an affair, but I was wrong. Everything about the party just made me mad. Daisy was off with Gatsby, people were falling over everything, dancers were making men go mad, and I was just absolutely and utterly miserable. This was not a place for people who were settled down and older. It was for people who were young and crazy. Finally, Daisy and Gatsby returned because he had to take a call and I could watch my wife closely again. She waited all night for him, and guess what? He did not come back for her. Hah! That will teach Daisy. I finally got her out the door and into my car, and that was the end of that. We never went to another one of Gatsby's parties...I do not even think the poor man threw another one.