The Great Gatsby: Tom's Love Story

Love, Money, Distrust (p.g. 2-4)

Society treats men and women different, as if there's nothing similar to us. They treat men as superiors and women as their property, or as women are property to men. As if they had no value, but to pleasure men, or bring a heir to the family. Sure we have a daughter, but I would never do the things society wants to be done. Atleast, what anyone thinks I would do. I hate the way they don't protect them, or even suspect a man to a wrongdoing. Even the woman I had an affair said to me, her husband is a monster, a beast out of a cage. Set loose, to escape with
no restraints, as they deviour on helpless souls that cry but never received an answer.
I was one of those victims to those beasts. Both our parents' have us - no - make us marry someone of high wealth. I didn't have a say in that decision, neither did Daisy. the only choice you have is to agree. 'There's no point in love if all you think about is money and adding more wealth to your family name. Well, that's as how I thought when I first met Daisy. I still did have hope of at least finding love. The one person I saw that made my heart skip a beat was a woman, in the most beautiful dress, was walking away with a man that's dressed in a suit. I didn't ask her why she didn't marry him, or what happened. I knew she loved me but those feelings don't go away that easily, unless you never truly loved them of course. I didn't understand that day, that man I saw would be Gatsby.
I know Gatsby would do the same. He did leave her, he lied that he had money those past years the day he met her. Why would he care now? Even after those long years of getting the
money to please her. I know Daisy, the one I saw with my eyes, the first day, was chained.
Afraid to leave that cell without being caught. We have followed the rules of what our parents wanted since the day we were born, but it's not that life isn't fair. If it was, why are me, her and everyone given this gift to breathe. The world isn't fair and often fools, cowards, liars and selfish people hide in the upper class. Unfortunately, I'm not the brave enough to speak out, but never will I be compared to cowards, liars, selfish people, not even a fools. I will say it's who I became, I was nothing other than a blooming flower, then, that was never planted. A weed they call, a weed that should be shown who's boss. I started to get nutritions as poison, corruption. Just like all other bloomers by me. We knew nothing at the time ,that this was wrong, it was unhealthy if I dare say. What happens in a few days, sometimes even a day can change the course of a whole lifetime. It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair, especially towards young. Well, who said life is fair, who said there's a rule to everything, where is written?
I had to make tough choices that could - no - that possibly would make me lose Daisy forever. I had only intended to have one affair with the mistress, Myrtle Wilson, a one time act. I never would have thought that one time act would ruin me. Of course it could have been a lie to keep me at bay, in her grasp, but I couldn't take that chance. She told me if I didn't support her and the unborn child she claims to be mine, she would call me out. Daisy would know, she would leave without a second thought of it being a lie when the mistress presents herself. I know, I should have never done it, but I did. I couldn't deny what was said, it could have been true and the unborn child would be in the crossfire of it all. So I stayed in touch, checking up once every month or 2 while she called almost daily. Each time getting caught by Daisy or by a servant. I knew she wanted Daisy to leave so she can have me, but Daisy never did which angered her. I gave, food, visited her husband,. I gave her almost 2 grand a month, I knew she would want it. This had lasted a few months, but there is no commitment I show for her on my end. As soon as I saw a crowd and police cars at George's and Myrtle's place, then the body, I knew it was over. I talked to George, seeing as he found out the affair she had with me. As he yelled, saying the yellow car he saw killed her was me, I told him Gatsby was in it, knowing he was still under the influence of alcohol, made him furious. I had done my part, Myrtle's threats are gone, Gatsby gone, even George. I didn't think he would kill him, or anywhere along those lines, but I know Daisy will stay with me now. I haven't seen Nick, and neither will Daisy. Nick has grown to attach to "Mr. Gatsby" anyhow. I don't care how anyone sees me, I'm doing this for family. My family.