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.