The Death of Myrtle, My Wife

My wife, Myrtle Wilson, unfortunately died in one of the most horrific ways the last night. My wife ran out into the street and started waving to a car barreling towards her at full speed, I guess she knew him. The car didn’t slow down when it saw Myrtle, it just kept going and ran into Myrtle at full speed sending her flying into the air. The worst part was that I watched the whole thing play out, I watched my wife fall to the ground lifeless after being launched into the air by a speeding death machine. Why did she have to run in front of that car? Why did the car not stop? These are questions I’ve been constantly wrestling with for a while. And what makes it even worse is that I learned she was having an affair with Tom Buchanan and I was fighting with her right before she ran into the street and was killed. How could I not have known that she was cheating on me right under my nose with a man whom I thought was a friend of mine. I wish I could go back and not get mad at Myrtle so I didn’t drive her out into the street to be hit. Our argument is what sent her to her death, but our argument was because of Tom. I cannot explain how sad I am to anyone, no one can know how much suffering I am going through with this whole ordeal.