why i prt. 2

Why I did not go to Jay Gatsby's funeral. It was not because I did not love him because you are absolutely wrong. I love that man with all my heart. Our love and situation was just complicated. After I heard the news that Gatsby was dead I was just stunned. I sat in my room for several days and thought about this whole journey. Jay Gatsby, the greatest man I have ever laid eyes on was dead. What a tragedy! I was in shock for several days. I had very bad depression and Tom would not get out of bed. On the day of the funeral I laid in my bed. I was dressed in black and crying. Jay Gatsby is dead. Tom and I had a fight the night before about going to the funeral. He screamed and said he would not let me attend to the funeral. He said that a man who ruined our loved should be dead and we shall not attend the funeral. I screamed and pleaded but he was as stubborn as ever. He had a few drinks in him and slapped me across the face. He was so angry at me and Jay. He wanted nothing to do with Jay. On the day of the funeral, I heard Tom crying. Tom has never cried before, not even on our wedding day! I knew he was crying over the woman I had killed. I knew they were in love. I guess the way of getting back at me was not letting me see the one I loved on his funeral day. I was upset I was not able to go. I loved Gatsby. But maybe that was just enough.