Why I punched Myrtle

Today I broke up with Myrtle, because I could not deal with her talking about Daisy in the way she did. We were having a swell time at our secret apartment, with Nick, Myrtle’s sister Catherine, and the McKees. We were all quite drunk, and having a grand time, and then Myrtle went and ruined the whole night, talking about Daisy. She talked to me, telling me how I should forget Daisy, leave Daisy, and then come and live with her in the city, in our secret apartment in Manhattan. As much as I want to, I cannot, because I love Daisy and will not leave her. Myrtle, in the end, just wants to use me for my money, even a fool could see that. I asked Myrtle not to speak about Daisy, because I cannot stand her talking about Daisy, how she knows nothing about the girl, and assumes she is better. All I wanted that night was a time out with some friends, Myrtle, and maybe some drinking. But Myrtle had to go and bring up Daisy, to talk about the one thing that would break the mood. I asked her, time and time again, to stop talking about her, but Myrtle insisted. She continued on and on, berating my beautiful Daisy and telling me she was nothing. We were at the point of yelling, and I stormed out of the bedroom in a mad rage. Myrtle, being her annoying self, said she could say Daisy’s name all she wanted, and followed me out of the room saying her name. I could not take it anymore, I tell you. I spun around and punched her right in the nose. I broke it, broke her nose. There was blood everywhere. While the McKees and Catherine fussed over her I walked back into the bedroom, then eventually left because I couldn’t stand the insufferable crying and sniveling. If Myrtle is too weak to take deal with me when I’m mad, then we shouldn’t be together at all, I though. Nick left in the chaos, and so did Mr. McKee, but I didn’t ask where they had gone, and was done with the whole thing. I took the train back home, to Daisy, and slept off the drinks. I have no intention of seeing Myrtle again or giving that George Wilson my car.