Myrtle Monologue

Oh my, I’m so torn right now. How could I have possibly run my husband’s mistress over? What type of person am I? Before it happened, I was so unfathomably captivated by Gatsby. Oh Gatsby, how I’ve always felt so much joy when I’m with him. I love him, I do. Even so I ran over Myrtle? I think her name was, good riddens. All I’ve ever wanted was for Tom to be faithful to me and to support me and our little fool of a daughter. What type of mother am I if I was to stay with a man like Tom whose running off to god knows where with god knows who? I still don’t know how to feel. If anyone finds out it was me driving the car? My reputation would be absolutely ruined. My wealth and everything worth thousands would be gone, just like that.
How would others see me if they find out? God, no one can ever find out about this. Not Tom, not Jordan, not anyone. Thank god Gatsby took the blame for it. What would I do without him? Oh how I was so surprised when I found out that Gatz had come back. I have longed for the moment when I’d see him again. I’m so flattered for how he’d do anything
Myrtle is expendable, she isn’t of high societal status so what does her death mean? Would her death ever be a significant loss? She was only ever a mistress and a slave to her own husband’s violence. She is better off dead, me being the culprit to running her over only did her a favour.
I consider myself a very lucky lady. I mean, who blessed me enough to not have to deal with the awful consequences of this? I am overjoyed that me and Tom had resolved the issue and that I’m still married to this wealthy man. Oh and how I’ll never be blamed for this event that others would call a tragedy. Gatsby taking the blame for me really shows the deep love and affection he has for me. What man would ever do that for me? Tom never would do such a thing for