I dated around for a while until I met someone who matched my interests his name was Tom Buchanan and before no time I was his wife to be.
Time passed and I conformed to this new life, but it still did not change how I felt. It was the day of the Bridal dinner and I received a letter from Gatsby and all these memories and feelings came in a rush as I read his letter of the times we had and how he still felt. There was two decisions on the table. Be with Nick and live a life with no worries or go with Gatsby and let love Win me over. I wanted to go with Gatsby. I wanted to give everything back to Tom and leave, but even if I wanted to I could not leave this lifestyle. I couldn't bring myself to leave the riches even if it was true love. I drank and drank until Jordan found me on my bed. She helped set my priorities straight and I chose the money. I "happily" married Tom. I conformed to the guidelines Tom set for me and lived according to his rule. I didn't want to mess with what we
had. I knew he cheated on me and he did not treat me right at all, but what would I do without him. What would I do without this lifestyle which I have always lived. It was a dull life until I finally was able to meet with Gatsby again. I went to one of his party's and was able to talk with him and rekindle what we had. We started to see each other more regularly and started where we left off. The only problem with this was that I was married and I had a child with Tom. This partly swayed to Toms side, but wasn't sure. I did not want to leave Tom and me and Gatsby not workout so I did not do anything rash until I was sure I was in the safe zone. One day nick , Gatsby , Jordan and I went out together. It was a hot day and I truly didn't know what to expect. As we were walking around Gatsby and Tom got In a altercation and Gatsby told Tom I never loved him and they asked whether this was true or not. I thought to myself about by true feelings whether I had or not loved Tom or did I just marry him out of interest. Either way I gave no answer juts to leave both doors still open. It was an awkward day after that and after a while I left with Gatsby. I drove this time and as we were heading him Myrtle suddenly ran across the street and I hit her. I want sure what to make of the situation, but I knew I shouldn't stay for long so I drove off as quickly as possible headed for our neighborhood. I stopped at Gatsby's and went running into my house and hid in my room. When nick arrived I told him everything and he proposed we leave and frame this whole stunt on Gatsby and that it would also help rekindle our love. Scared that I were to be caught for running myrtle over I agreed frantically. We left that same day. I thought about Gatsby as I left with Tom, but I was worried more about my interests and where would my life would be if I were to be caught. I couldn't stay and be sent to jail. What kind of life is that. It surely is not a life a women of my status should live and if Gatsby truly loves me should he not take the blame.