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.
My darling, I have the solution for your doubts: leave him. Tom will inevitably leave you alone and brokenhearted; this is just how things go, isn't it lovely? I say this with all of the kindness in my heart, even though the man who hit you is also my husband and the father of my little daughter. I'm sorry you couldn't have a little daughter with him like me, but again, that's how things go isn't it? You were born into a different world and that is what you must accept. I am Tom's trophy wife, and he gets jealous at the sight of another man near me. You? You're an object of desire and lust to him, something that, one day, will fade away. Me? His love for me will be forever. I'm so dreadfully sorry that you have had to learn that your loving and romantic endeavors were a waste the hard way. Maybe you and your... lovely... George can reunite and live happily ever after with that scruffy dog in your little apartment above his garage, and Tom can come back to me in our East Egg estate. It is just the way things should and will be. It's like science dear: the oil and the water cannot merge, and must always separate. *giggle*
ReplyDelete-Daisy BUCHANAN