Why I am Writing

Dear Readers,

It is my deepest regret to inform you that Myrtle was hit by a car and died.  I, her sister, came here to pick up a few of her possessions and I noticed her blog up on her computer.  From reading her previous journals, it seems like she thinks that Tom was the one driving, but Tom pulled up in his usual car a while after the yellow car had driven off.  We do not know who killed my sister, but George and I are doing everything in our power to find out.  George is suspicious of Tom, and he said he was going to go over to Tom's later and confront him about it.  I know that my sister may not have made the best decisions in her life, but she did not deserve to die!  When George and I find out who killed her, if George doesn't kill them I'll do it myself!

What I Was Feeling When I Watched Tom Drive By

As the days have gone by, I have gradually stopped calling Tom because I am being forced to stay in my room with George watching me like a hawk.  A few hours ago, Tom stopped by to get gas in a beautiful new yellow car and George asked if he could have the old one so he could take me out West.  I was sitting in the window and Tom glances up at me, and in that one second I knew that he didn't want me to go, but he had no choice or George would become suspicious of him.  I could tell that Tom wished to tell me something but he glanced up one more time and drove away.  I feel heartbroken and hopeless.  My life will no longer have meaning after leaving this place.  Even being trapped in my room at least I can see the cars drive by and imagine that I am in the car with Tom on the way back to our private apartment.  Wait, I think I see Tom's car!  He's coming back for me!

What I Was Thinking When George Found the Dog Collar

It absolutely disgusts me that George went rummaging through my things and found the diamond dog collar Tom got for me.  I made up some story about how one of his customers had dropped it and that if they were willing to drop something like that, I should be able to keep it since George himself never gives me nice things.  George didn't believe my story, and he's talking of selling the collar to try and get money so we can move out West.  I am trying to remain calm, but I do not know what I'll do if I leave.  What is going to happen to the dog that Tom and I got?! All my really nice dresses are in the closet at our apartment.  I don't know whether I should just go and get all the stuff Tom has gotten me since George knows now or leave it all behind.  George is threatening to keep me locked up in here until we leave to go west, so I need to figure things out quickly.

What I Was Thinking when Tom Hit Me

Well, as you can guess this post is the exact opposite of what the previous one is.  Tom and I were having another romantic weekend away, and we decided to have a small party in our apartment.  Tom and I got into an argument over the one thing we ever argue about; our spouses.  Tom was getting more and more upset and I continued to say Daisy's name and he snapped and hit me in the face.  My brain literally went into a whirlwind of thoughts from "I should leave him" to "That was my fault".  Tom apologized a million times for it, but now the hands that used to feel strong and safe in mine feel dangerous and powerful.  I did find out that my nose had been broken, and I think that George is beginning to become suspicious of me because he didn't really believe my excuse that I had tripped when walking around with my sister.  I don't know what I'm going to do about Tom because a part of me is having second doubts, but another part is still in love with him.

Why I Decided to Have an Affair with Tom

So as you can probably guess, Tom and I began to see each other steadily.  Many of you probably say that money can't buy happiness or love, but in this case I was head over heels.  Tom bought me everything that my heart desired, and we even had an apartment that we would go to together, and I found the whole thing very romantic.    He actually bought me a puppy with a diamond collar today.  I've never seen Daisy get anything like that, and it makes me feel special.  I feel like I was born into the wrong social class.  Tom really treats me like a princess, and I think George (my husband) needs to take a page out of Tom's book.  Tom always answers the phone when I call, which is another thing I love about him.  I know that his wife probably knows that he is having an affair, and I must admit I like to call their house around dinner to pull Tom away from her side and back toward my much more affectionate embrace.  I know all of you probably think that it is stupid of me to have an affair, but if all the glitz and glamour was waggled under your nose, I highly doubt you would be able to turn down the adventure.

What I was Feeling When I Experienced the Subway Ride that Changed my Life

Hi, my name is Myrtle Wilson, and I am going to be blogging about living the life of a poor housewife while in secret I am the lover of an extremely wealthy man named Tom.  Tom and I met, as you can probably guess from the title, in a subway.  I was on the way to New York to see my sister when our eyes first met.  He was wearing an expensive looking dress suit and patent leather shoes.  I could not take my eyes off him, and apparently he felt the same way about me because whenever he would look in my direction I had to pretend to read the advertisement above his head.  As we were getting off, he presses up against me, and I flirtatiously told him that if he didn't get away I would have to call the police.  He knew that I was joking, and next thing I knew he was showing me into a taxi cab and getting in beside me.  He didn't even have to tell me his name or say hello, but I knew that we had a special connection.  I have a thing for extremely powerful men, and though I'm sure some of you think it's weird that he did not speak to me until after we were in the cab, I love the fact that we didn't even need to communicate verbally to know what each of us wanted to do.  In that cab ride away from the subway station, I had hopes and dreams to leave my husband and be with this man, yet as you will find out, perfect endings aren't exactly  my forte.