The Journey to Freedom: Path to WW3

Chapter IX

By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates

I can feel my rage rising on the inside but I have to think this very thoroughly. I am a soldier and I can't be involved in any problems in a foreign country where America has no jurisdiction. So I pull out my cell phone and start recording for evidence if anything happens in court when I start to divorce my wife. I walk up to the car with my cell phone recording and they haven't even noticed that I was at the window looking at them for a few seconds and then I tap on the window and see the reaction of the guy's face and the face of my soon to be ex-wife as she lifts her head from where his groin was.

He quickly zips up his pants and she starts to clean her mouth with her blouse and I stop recording with my cell phone and put it in my cargo pocket. I take a step back and hear her tell him that I was her husband and I scoff. He quickly questions her about us being divorced if I was still her husband. He opens up the door and starts to yell at me about why I can't just leave her alone and that I was a loser for stalking her.

I just smirk at him and he grabs my shirt and I twist his arms and head butt him on the nose. He staggers back and I put my arm against his throat and then choke hold him.

And I tell him "Para comenzar, no estamos divorciados, aún estamos casados pero por lo que miro. No vamos estar casados por mucho tiempo ya. Y otra cosa, si tocas otra vez, te voy a quebrar el brazo. Y voy asegurar me que mires como se mira el hueso cuando rompe la piel cuando te quiebre el brazo."

And he just looks at me with this surprised look and he gets in the car and tells my wife to never call him again and drives off.

My wife starts yelling so many things that I can only understand gibberish. I just stand there and just listen to her about how a bad husband I was and that she is a woman and that she has needs and how I am a bad father. She finally stops and after a minute of silence and then proceeds to ask me what do I have to say for myself?

I tell her "Si no soy un buen esposo, porque no nomás me divorciaste? Si tenías ganas y necesidades porque no me hablaste y me dijiste? Si sabes tengo un trabajo? Soy un soldado y defiendo mi patria por mi, y por mija. Cómo puedo ser un padre malo si le hablo a Génesis todos los días? Siempre le mando regalos y chateó con ella por video todos los días."

She replies "Quiero un divorcio pero yo me voy a quedar con la niña. Y no eres un buen padre, no porque le hables todos los días, pero porque nunca estás en la maldita casa."

I just look at her and sigh out loud and tell her "Entonces está es la razón porque me dejaste? Por esa razón regresaste a México? Sino querías estar conmigo nomás me hubieras dicho. Pero con lo que pasó ahorita y con el video que tengo en mi celular, se lo voy a enseñar a mi abogado y al juez y así les digo a todos que eres una adúltera. Así que disfruta el poco tiempo que vas a tener con nuestra hija porque en el fin ella se va ir conmigo.

She tells me "Si tú crees que por un momento voy aceptar la derrota en las cortes, pues estás muy equivocado. Porque yo prefiero que mija este muerta, antes que te la entregué a ti o cualquier otra persona."

I stare and her wish I could tell her that she doesn't deserve our daughter after those words and wish that I could slap her but I can't because I won't allow myself to become my father and be a woman beater. I simply walk back to the taxi and tell the taxi driver to call another taxi for my soon to be ex-wife to be picked up and taken back to the house where she came from.

I stand by the taxi and the taxi driver and I have a cigarette and have a conversation about what just happened with my wife.

"Pues si mi jovenazo. Así están las cosas con las mujeres. Mi mujer me dejó por un narco. Y ahí anda viviendo la vida buena. Para que veas, el dinero es el que manda. Y los narcos siempre ganan. Ellos tienen todo el poder y todos los recursos a la mano." He tells me.

I look at him and then look at my wife and see that in the end it's not the good hearted that win, it's always the bad ones that win.

I turn and look at him and tell him "Un dia alguien tiene que tener los pies plantados en la tierra y decirles que no les tenemos miedo."

He replies "Es fácil decirlo paisa. Con todas las pistolas y cientos de sicarios y gente trabajando por ellos, ni el militar de nosotros puede con ellos. Y todavía falta decir que el dinero habla. No eres de aquí verdad? Porque si fueras de estas tierras, ya hubieras sabido que el dinero maneja los políticos, las chotas, y el militar."

I look at him and then see a pair of headlights come up, and see that the taxi has arrived for my wife. I walk up to the taxi and give him a 20 dollar bill and tell the taxi driver to drive her anywhere she wants to go, but as soon as she gets to her destination and she gets off, "Quiero que le hables al taxista este nomás para saber dónde la dejaste. O por si acaso se portó rara."

He nods his head and my wife just gives me this cold stare with evil eyes, as if I had just slapped her without remorse.

I walk up to my taxi driver and tell him to take me back to the hotel. As we drive and I see the lights pass by in the night, I notice that the light seems to get brighter and brighter and then I hear my brother ask me if I was ok.

"Yeah man, I'm ok". I reply.

He asks me why I decided to stop here instead of going straight to our base. I stay quiet and then look at the exact same spot where the car was when I caught my ex-wife.

I tell my brother "do you know why my wife and got divorced?"

He replies "sure, because she cheated on you right?"

I look at him and tell him that this was the spot where I caught her and how I caught her. He laughs, the guys say "that's cold blooded man" and I smirk.

I laugh and say "yeah it was pretty embarrassing to catch her with a mouthful." And I belt out laughing and so does everyone else.

"Well little brother, it's time to go home and rest up. I can't wait until I see my girls." I reply.

He looks at me and says "they're dying to see you bro, they love you and you know that if you don't come home, they will find a way to come and find you."

I tell him, "yeah, you may be right, but I know damn well that you wouldn't let them go by themselves and not to mention that you have already promised that if anything happened to me you were going to take care of them."

He looks at me with sad eyes and tells me, "yes, but it's hard to lie to kids, can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you can tell someone else's kids that their parents are dead and that you would be taking care of them from here on out?"

I look at the sky and watch the clouds cover the sun and then look back at the group and then at my brother and say "You know me better than anyone else in this world. You should know that if anything happens to me, I have my girls prepared for the worst and they know that you would take care of them if anything ever happens to me."

I walk to the motorcycle and then look at my brother and say "so, are we going home or what?"

He looks at me, sighs and says "only you would do something that horrible to your own kids, getting them ready for your death is the worst thing you can do to them. You would traumatize them like that?"

I look at him with sad eyes and say "brother you forget that we are at war here. Regardless if I have them ready for my death or not, they know about death since the twin's mom was killed. You of all people should know what it's like, all of you should know that we fight a war and life is not promised tomorrow. We fight and die for a cause, we fight for our freedom. People die in wars, on both sides of the war. Enemies, friends, bystanders, all who die are not without a cause. My ex-wife, my fiancée, my ex-girlfriend, they all died to give me my girls, my daughter died because I took the first step in my life to take down the evil that suppresses this country and to make it safe for my daughter. She died because of that and I have to live with that every day and yet you have the audacity to tell me that I'm traumatizing my own kids. Everyone we loved has died for our cause. We hide in a country that is not ours. We hide because we have to get ready for our return to our homeland and make it safe for our kids, our future generations. So you see, it's not horrible that I am telling my girls about death, I have prepared them for it, they will at least have some knowledge and mental preparedness just in case anything happens to me."

I wipe my tears from my eyes and look at everyone standing. And everyone walks back to the motorcycles and we start to ride for the ranch.