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Why I - Married George

Why I – Married George It was the Summer of 1910 when I married what I thought was quite the gentleman, George Wilson. However, I didn’t know George like I thought did. I just know once an upon a time he made me a very happy woman. He promised me the life I’ve always strived for, but he was a man of many lies. I once felt like I was on top of the world, I really did. But that feeling is well in the past now. Shortly after our wedding, I discovered George borrowed a suit so he could look half decent at our wedding. I thought George was a man of money and he would be able to provide for both of us. I never would have thought twelve years later I would be living in the same loft of our rusty old auto shop. Not only was it dirty, but it was also an embarrassment. My whole marriage with George could be described in just one word, a disappointment. I had such high hopes for us, we would live in a huge house on the lake with kids and maybe even a puppy, I love puppies. Our time together wa...
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Why I - Fell in Love with Tom

Why I – Fell in Love with Tom Well, I use to believe love at first sight was impossible but, then I met Tom. The minute I saw Tom on the train I couldn’t get enough of him. Love is affection, devotion, passion, desire, warmth, and respect. Falling in love can be one of the most unexplainable feelings a person can endure. My love for Tom I simply couldn’t put into words, it was such a deep feeling that made me feel safe. Tom had everything I wanted and more. The money, fame, looks, you name it, Tom had it. My whole life I wanted to be somebody, I just wanted to be known. Although Tom had a wife, our love for each other was too strong to keep us a secret. When Tom introduced me to his cousin-in-law, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Tom wasn’t scared to show me off in front of his family given the circumstances. Tom even made the efforts to come to my house and pretend to be interested in my pathetic husband's work just to talk to me. Anything I asked Tom to do, he did. I want...
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What I Was Thinking - On the Train

What I Was Thinking – On the Train             Lost and looking for some hope I went to New York to go see my sister Catherine. All I could think of was finding ways to get out of this horrific marriage. I got on the first train out to New York and luckily there were only two little seats facing each other left. I needed some time to think, so I was glad to be by myself. I put my head down and a few moments later a tall, strong, and very handsome man wearing a dress suit and patent leather shoes came and sat in the seat across from me. All of a sudden, my negative thoughts vanished and all I could think about was a future with this man. I had no clue who he was, but I knew that’s exactly what I wanted. I had to get his attention some way, so I pretended to look at an advertisement above his head. It must have worked because he pressed his arm up against mine, I jokingly told him I was going to call the police....
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What I Was Thinking - About Daisy

What I Was Thinking – About Daisy             Jealously has been around since the beginning of time. Jealously is created from insecurity, strife, envy, bitterness, and obsessive caring. And that’s how I would describe Daisy Buchanan. Poor Daisy, you can’t compete where you don’t compare. She had what I wanted, but not for long. Daisy may have had the wealthy life I deserve but I will shortly be taking that all away. Everyone thinks Daisy is so innocent and “Mrs. Perfect”, but I see behind all the lies. Daisy is selfish, shallow, and not worthy of Tom’s love. Daisy knows about our affair, yet she still continues to stay with Tom. And why is that you may ask? Tom says it’s because she’s Catholic, but in reality, she’s just using him for his money. I don’t understand… if Daisy doesn’t truly love Tom, why stay? I know I enjoy Tom’s wealth however, it’s not the same. Our love is stronger than that, I’m sure I could probably stay...
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What I Was Feeling - The Yellow Car

What I Was Feeling – The Yellow Car George has been acting so strange lately. He’s checking in on me every five seconds, he won’t leave my side, and the questions are endless from him. I’m starting to think he knows about my affair because he’s acting really suspicious. Until he confronts me, I’m not confessing anything. I was walking upstairs from the auto shop daydreaming about Tom when George grabs me tightly by my arm and locks me in our bedroom. I’ve been up here for days arguing through the walls and screaming out the window, but no one seems to care. I spent most of my days thinking about Tom and realizing we will never be together again. I had lost all hope. All the fame, money, and power I would have had with the love of my life slipped right out of my hands. I knew Tom wondered why I haven’t contacted him in so long, he must have been worried sick. Days later George finally came to the bedroom to talk face to face and I was so relieved until he started abusing me. At that ...
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What I was Feeling - My Affair with Tom

What I Was Feeling – My Affair with Tom             I feel trapped. I deserve more than this. I deserve to live in a huge mansion in East Egg, not in the top of my auto shop in the Valley of Ashes. I knew the second I figured out George borrowed a suit for our wedding I should have never married him. The truth is I married beneath me, I’m worth way more than George could ever provide. I need a man who is worthy enough to have me. A man who will treat me with love and respect. I found the man of my dreams, Tom Buchanan. Tom marks everything off on my checklist: wealthy, high class, and a man of honor. I was meant to marry Tom, I am the woman that he needs not Daisy. Tom truly loves me, and I love him just as much and if it weren’t for Daisy getting in the way we would be happily married ages ago. I know Tom doesn’t feel anything for Daisy because every time I bring her up, he gets so tense. I still continue to mention her nam...
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