You feel a lot when you get slapped. The obvious is the physical pain. The immediate stinging on the region you were hit. When Tom slapped me he broke my nose. Along with the physical pain is the emotional pain. Being slapped by someone you care about causes deep emotional repercussions. Imagine slapping someone for just saying a name. All I said was “Daisy” to Tom and he got so upset he let his emotions take control and Tom decided to hit me. Sure we were both drunk, and the night is still a little hazy, but I still had the right to say her name. When Tom is with me, I want his complete attention. He is not allow to think of his little wife that he left at home. If he even cared about her so much, he wouldn’t be cheating on her with me. I deserve Tom’s love. I said her name to make Tom angry and to see how far I could push his buttons. I think I also said her name because I was angry because she was still such a major part of his life. When Tom slapped me, I felt betrayed and disappointed. I could not believe someone I thought I loved would slap me and injure me to the point of a broken nose. I thought Tom would have been different, like a true gentleman, but I guess I was wrong. Something in me still wants to be with Tom. It must be my internal need to live a life of luxury that I can only get through being with Tom that won’t let me leave Tom’s life. I guess I will just have to emotionally distance myself from Tom knowing now that he would never leave his precious Daisy.
What was I thinking when I married some so below me as George Wilson? You know what? I don’t think I was thinking at all. Let me tell you, George Wilson is as dumb as a doornail. He never even suspected that something was going on between Tom and I. People tell horror stories of how they almost settled for marrying someone under their own social status, but those horror stories are actually my life. Mrs. McKee always goes on about how she was so close to settling for a man under her but then was saved by a more worthy man of a higher social status. She is lucky. I wish I was in her shoes. Unfortunately, I married George, which is the main difference between Mrs. McKee’s story and mine. She got her happy ending and I didn’t. I did not have to marry George Wilson. I just believed at that time that he was a true gentleman. I thought that he knew about breeding and would get me places. I want luxury and George cannot provide that for me. I was severely mistaken in marrying George Wilson....
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