Why I Killed Gatsby

I killed Gatsby because I thought in my mind that Gatsby drove the cat that killed my wife, Myrtle. I saw the accident take place right in front of me, and I knew that it was a yellow car that ran over my wife. Originally, I thought it may have been Tom because he drove the same car to my shop earlier that afternoon, but I knew he arrived after the accident occurred in another car. After the accident I was emotionally drained for a while because I did not know how to make sense of the situation. I know I needed to do something because I loved my life very much and I was not going to let my chance at revenge slip away from me. I needed revenge because it was the best option at that point. I could not just sit around and think about my wife death; I needed to get the revenge that would satisfy me. The next day I saw the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckelberg and had a bit of a revelation. I realized that the driver of the car must have been my wife's lover, so I decided that revenge was necessary at this point. I knew I could go to Tom because he drove the car earlier and he probably knew the owner of the car if he borrowed it from him. Tom told me that Gatsby owned the car, and now killing Gatsby was on my agenda and seemingly inevitable. I went right to Gatsby's mansion, saw him in his pool, and shot him dead on, killing him instantly. This moment felt good for me because I felt that God was guiding me towards this opportunity and watching over me the entire time. I killed Gatsby because I needed to stand up for myself  and show that even though Myrtle was having an affair, I still loved her and I would not give up like everyone thought I would. in some ways I felt I needed to assert my dominance that these things would not be tolerated at any time. My emotions may have gotten the best of me as well as my desire for revenge, but the person who kills my wife deserves to die.