An End is only the Beginning.
When the other refuses to play your game.
Winter two thousand thirteen
On a gloomy cold winter weekday morning I looked in on my two children as they lay sleeping one more time knowing that it would be the last day, I would see them for quite a while. According to the inside source I had, a clerk working for my wife, had informed me that Phyllis had filed the papers with the court the previous day. My loving wife was planning to serve me with divorce papers before the end of the day, while I was at work.
The lady had met me eighteen months ago over coffees to inform me of the developing relationship my wife of fifteen years was developing with a corporate lawyer who worked for Southeast Health here in the state of Missouri the heart of the fly over country. She wasn’t sure how involved they were, but it was beginning to look suspicious. Thanks to her it had allowed me the time to gather the information I needed.
After I had gotten out of the service, I had gone into the reserves so my employer knew that I could be called back to active duty at any time without notice. That allowed me to keep my rank and remain active. I had been called to serve more than once and my last assignment had been in the heart of Afghanistan. A backward country where most females were seen the same way as their cattle were and were treated accordingly.
I had known for months of her intentions but had been slow to respond. Did I stay or run? The problem was in a divorce for me would be her employment. The decision was thankfully taken out of my hand because of an opportunity that came along. If I accepted it, it could bring to a halt to my wife’s plans and get my revenge in a way she would never comprehend. I accepted the offer providing I could set the day of departure. When my wife’s clerk texted me yesterday to inform me that I would be served today. I made the phone call that had changed everything.
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When I had been in the forces full time, I had been a sniper in the special forces. There were times because of my record, security clearance, and educational background that certain job opportunities would come my way. The latest one I had accepted thanks to my wife’s clerk, who didn’t believe that my wife should be able to trade up just because of the name and the benefits it brought, had informed me on the quiet what was going on.
By the end of the day, to all who knew, I would cease to exist, except for those who would keep me in their memory. I had been promised that my wife would not be allowed to divorce me or have me legally declared dead for the duration of my assignment. The problem for her was that at that time it had no end date.
Because of the nature of it, it could not be disclosed to anyone. If I was captured my own government would neither confirm nor deny who I was. The situation would be treated by them as if I had never existed. Once a month she would receive a check for child support from me made out in each of our daughters' names so she could not try to claim abandonment.
I would be deep undercover and the two hundred and seventy-five thousand a year tax-free salary that would be paid by a foreign government was to be turned over to an investment firm to be managed for me while, I was gone.
I had gotten the government agency that recruited me to agree that the income off of that would be tax-free also and the investment firm was holding the documentation to prove it. I insisted that I had a signed document verifying it in my hands and secured before I agreed to come aboard. It had been signed by President Obama himself. That’s how important my assignment was. I was handpicked because of my knowledge of the Arabic, Persian, and Hebrew languages.
Within a hundred and eighty-eight hours I would be in the heart of an Islamic enemies’ country working in line with the state of Israel and its armed forces. I would have a new identity and a fake Muslim background. All promotions earned while with them would be recognized here upon my return in its equivalent value. It would be my prime objective to motivate, and help selected ones, begin the long road to revolution by planting and feeding the seeds for it.
One of the things I accomplished while I was gone was the locating of a nuclear data resource center that proved the enemy was still working towards a nuclear bomb. The Prime Minister of Israel thought it was one of my greatest achievements. Being one of the most powerful pollical figures in the country he rewarded accordingly.
When the timing was right, he revealed the information to the world. Sadly, to most of the world, it meant nothing. To the United States and Israel, it did. During the assignment I had to endure the chants death to America as the Islamic government saw the leader of the free world the son of Satan.
In the almost seven years I had been in, because of the information I was able to get back we had successful set back their march to the nuclear bomb by several years. I had gotten promoted numerous times thanks to the Prime Minister of Israel without knowing to the rank in American terms in Israel’s force of Lieutenant General.
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As usual for my wife, it was a matter of logic and her interpretation of how things should be. The first thing she considered was how our daughters would handle it and decided that all the bells and whistles her new partner could provide would more than cover the hurt and pain her children would face with me out of the daily picture.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love me because in her warped way she still did. Her problem was to her love was a secondhand emotion and was to be treated as such. It was just a tool that could be used to create an advantage and that’s how she treated it.
My wife, the honorable Judge Phyllis Jarre, was assigned to the family court, so I knew, for me to get custody of our two daughters was almost impossible. With her connections, I would be lucky to get supervised visitation. At least she would not have to change her name as she had kept hers when we got married.
It was nice to watch our two girls aged fifteen and thirteen, fast asleep. They looked so innocent, being lost in their dreams that I hated to disturb them. Their mother was inside the master bedroom using the shower to get ready for another busy day at the courthouse. It was her routine to be there by seven am to review the cases she would be dealing with that day.
I went down to make the coffee as I always did and started making my daughters and my breakfast. It wasn’t long until I heard their mother saying, “It’s time to get up you only got an hour before the bus will be here to take you to school.”
Once the girls were awake my wife would come down to grab a fresh cup of coffee to drink while she got dressed and put her makeup on. By the time the girls had brushed the hair, cleaned their faces, brushed their teeth, and got dressed their mother would be down here putting her winter coat on and taking a hot cup of coffee as she headed out the door.
It went like it always did except my wife did not give me the customary goodbye kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
As soon as she was pulling out the driveway my oldest Sami said, “Dad why the look of sadness?”
“Sari and you will have that questioned answered by the end of the day,” I said. “Just remember regardless of what you hear from others, I love you.”
I made them their favorite breakfast for the last time and kissed them goodbye as they headed out the door. I went upstairs and changed into the most basic thing I could find because I could take nothing with me.
The last few things I did after making up our bed were leaving a note to Phyllis on it saying, “I know.’ It was cold, short, and deliberate. Beside it, I placed my cellphone, my wallet with all of my identification and credit cards in it. Then I placed my wedding ring on top of it.
I waited for an hour before I was picked up and taken.
It was during the lunch hour that my wife, the judge was informed the server had not been able to serve me. I wasn’t at work and wasn’t answering the door at our at home even though my car was still parked in the driveway.
Phyllis called my employer to discover they knew nothing except for the fact that I had not shown up for work nor had I called in. She called my cellphone only to find that it went to the answering service. Before her worked day had ended, she had called leaving messages until the answering service was full. It had been frustrating because she knew this was not like me, yet she did not seem concerned.
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Sami was in the school cafeteria just finishing her hot lunch when she got called to the office. A man in a military uniform stood there. He was waiting for her. They sat down on some of the chairs for those called in to see the principle to talk.
“Your father had been called and accepted a long term high-risk mission. After finding out what your mother was doing, he thought you should know why he accepted it,” The man said as he handed her a stick. “Look through the file when you get the chance but don’t allow your mother to see it. Find a safe place to keep it in case you need it for your protection. You will find a toll free number in it. If there is a problem call it and reveal what's going on. People working behind the scenes in support of your father will find a way to handle it.”
At the end of the day, Phyllis headed home in a hurry to find her daughters waiting. She wanted to find out what was going on with her husband because he would usually leave an explanation. They told her they hadn’t heard from him either. Peeking into the spare bedroom she saw her daughters busy working on their homework at the computer just like they always would. It had been her husband’s idea to turn the fourth bedroom into their study area.
“Mom, dad was sad this morning and when we asked him why he was sad that said we would have our answers this evening,” Sari said. “Do you know what he meant? Why would daddy say remember no matter what you hear, I love you?”
“I’m not sure, let me go get changed then I will answer you,” Phyllis stated.
Phyllis walked into the master bedroom saw the note that said I know, my wallet, and the ring. Immediately she knew I wasn’t coming home. It was then it hit her. She knew it said more than it should have. It meant to her that I had known she was trying to take my kids away from my influence and my relationship with them.
In an argument years ago over the kids, I had warned her saying, “Don’t ever try to separate me from my kids. If you do, we will all lose in the long run.”
She knew instantly that I knew I was going to be served and as a result, I had acted accordingly, so until she had me legally declared dead, she was stuck married, and her boyfriend may not want to wait that long. The problem was she had to go through legal steps to get that accomplished.
She put everything back on the bed as she found it and took an image. She would have to wait forty-eight hours before she could report me as missing. Two years by state law before she could file for the divorce on the grounds of abandonment. After her daughters had fallen asleep tonight, she would have to call her lover to discuss it all.
Sari and Sami looked through the file the man had given her in junior high this afternoon, in the privacy of their bedroom. On the computer, they were learning it all. It explained in detail their mother's long term affair with a Mr. Anthony Bower. Who he was and what he was worth. Mr. Bower was employed as a corporate lawyer for the Southeast Missouri Hospital. His income tax records showed that he had made over a quarter of a million dollars yearly during the last few years. He had never married and was six years younger than their mom. The file even revealed that he was considering starting his political career.
It was proven that the affair had been going for over a year. Their mother had filed for divorce on the grounds of mental cruelty, emotional abuse, and child abuse. She had even got the report from child services saying that they had interviewed the children at their school and that the children had verified the facts to them.
“It’s all a lie,” Sari said. “Dad never has laid a hand on us or raised his voice in front of our mother.”
“You and I know it,” Sami said. “But the truth does not matter in divorce court and never has. Mom drove dad away from us because she no longer wants him in our lives.”
“Who is this lady in child services who had claimed to have interviewed us,” Sari asked.
“Ms. Peters, who claims it was done at our school, thanks to a court order from our mom,” Sami said.
“What are we going to do, Sari asked?”
“Listen to our mother's explanation then start the long road to getting the truth,” Sami said. “That will start when I make copies of part of this to show the principal tomorrow. What they claim was done would have been fought in court by the school board. When interviews are done the board requires that both parents are present for it.”
Phyllis gathered her thoughts in her bedroom after changing into her blue jeans. She had to treat what she was going to say to her daughters, very carefully. She knew she could not tell her daughters that it was her conduct that had driven their father out. She would have to blame him without having it challenged.
Going downstairs she started preparing supper noticing that her daughters were still in one of the bedrooms working on their homework. She decided she would sit down with them after supper and discuss the situation going forward.
For some reason, things were noticeably quiet over dinner. It seemed as each was lost in their thoughts.
After dinner, the girls went about their normal chores doing up the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen table. Surprising both girls kept their usual chat to the bare minimum.
As they started to climb the stairs to go back to their bedroom Phyllis said, “Sami, Sari don’t you think the three of us should talk about our current situation?”
The girls turned and came back down the stairs sitting at the kitchen table.
“Ok! Mother,” Sami said. “What’s the story?”
“Your father it seems went behind my back and accepted an assignment without getting my approval first,” Phyllis explained.
“Why would he do something like that?” Sari asked. “Did you do something that forced him to?”
“No way, why would you think that?” Phyllis said. “I’ve always treated your father with love, honesty, and respect. Sadly, he couldn’t treat me the same way.”
Sari went to say something, but Sami gave her a look that made her shut up. Phyllis caught it and felt a shiver, go up the length of her back.
“Sari I think it’s time we got to bed,” Sami said. “With dad gone for good were going to have to start making our own breakfasts. That means we're both going to be getting up a lot earlier.”
Sami, looked into her mother’s face giving her a look of pure hate.
“What do you mean by that Sami,” Phyllis asked?”
“When you’re ready, to be honest with us and tell us the truth,” Sami responded. “We both will have the answer to that.”
Phyllis watched her daughter climb the stairs then said, “Sami come back we can’t leave it like this.”
“Why not? Isn’t that the way you been treating our father for months,” Sami hollered from the top of the stairs. “Mr. Anthony Bower should be able to provide you with the answers to your questions. After all the whole world knows that he has been your lover for over a year.”
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Phyllis was stunned to hear that. Had Dean Colbert her husband told her daughters what was going on, and how did he know? Had he been using his military training these last few months to keep her believing the illusions she had.
When Phyllis went to bed that night, she found a note taped to the door that said; ‘The slut’s room, to any man who comes calling except her husband.’ Phyllis knew at that moment her relationship had changed forever between her and her daughters.
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Sami was like her father and would never let her lies go. She knew that her daughter would seek her revenge but did not know-how.
Winter two thousand and fifteen
Judge Phyllis Jarre and her live-in lover, Mr. Anthony Bower were in Judge Donald McDonald’s courtroom preparing to be called up. She had filed for divorce on the grounds of abandonment. Neither one of them noticed the Jag officer step into the back of the courtroom accompanied by Sami and Sari Colbert.
Tony had moved in with her, against her daughter's wishes, six months after Dean had left. Before that could happen, she had removed all of Dean's items and property to a storage unit. She was reaching the point of stopping the rental payments on it to force the owner to seize it. It would serve the stupid ass right to have nothing left to come back to when he returned home. She had enough of his interfering in her life.
The Judge said, “Those involved with the Phyllis Jarre and Dean Colbert case step forward.”
The Jag watched as Dean Colbert’s wife walk up to speak through the mike, “I had come home just over two years ago to find my husband gone. He had left his wallet, cellphone, and wedding ring in the middle of the bed. The problem was that nothing was missing, not even any of his items like clothing when I arrived home that night. Within forty-eight hours a missing person file was opened. From that day to now there has been no contact. Nor has there any activity on any of his credit cards or our bank account.”
Judge Donald McDonald said as a matter of formality, “Is there anyone in the court has anything concerning the matter before the court?”
The Jag stood up and said, “I do your Honor may I approach the bench?”
“Step forward and Identify yourself,” Responded the Judge.
The Jag stepped forward and approached the mike, “Lieutenant Brandon Dugan, I work for the Judge Advocate Generals office as a lawyer and I am here to represent the interests of Dean Evan Colbert, the Plaintiff’s husband who is out of the country.”
The judge instantly noticed the change in his coworker’s face. It was clear that she was not expecting this.
“How soon can you have him back here to appear before me,” Judge McDonald asked?
Expecting that question the Jag lawyer walked up and handed him a letter from the President.
As Judge read the letter, he understood the seriousness of the situation Dean Colbert was in, and why it was impossible at this time for him to appear before him. The information was sealed and could not be revealed because of multinational security.
Handing the letter back to the Jag lawyer, Judge McDonald said, “The court acknowledges that Dean Colbert is unable to attend and will not be able to attend until his assignment is completed. The problem is that no one can at this time predict when that will be.”
“Lieutenant Dugan you can proceed,” Judge McDonald said.
With that said the Jag walked up before the Judge handing him a huge file, upon returning to the mike continued speaking. “The first item is the copy of the original divorce petition filed but not served upon my client. You will see that several accusations were made in it which made it easy for him to accept the assignment he did.”
“The second item is a private eye’s report of the relationship between Judge Phyllis Jarre, and Mr. Anthony Bower that proves it had been going on long before he ever left,” The Jag explained. “It will be apparent when you read the information, that Mrs. Phyllis Jarre had deliberately been trying to destroy Dean Colbert’s relationship with all who knew him.”
“The final group is a copy of every check cashed by her for their children’s support. Your honor, it has to be noted that Phyllis Jarre and Anthony Bower, have been living common law in the residence owned by Phyllis Jarre and her husband Dean Colbert against her own children’s wishes.” The Jag lawyer continued, “I believe Phyllis Jarre told to daughters, to just suck it up and live with it snowflake. I’m the liberal-minded adult here and you're both still minor children.”
The judge, after reviewing the file, looked over at his coworker Phyllis. His face showed his seriousness because the abandonment charge had been disproved in such a way that it proved that she knew it. It also showed that she had deliberately trying to mislead the court about everything.
“I see that you are still holding a file and a legal envelope,” The judge said. “Has it any relevance to this court?”
“It could your honor depending on how you decide to view it?” The Jag said before he walked up to the bench to hand the file to him.
On his way back to his mike he stopped and handed the envelope to Judge Phyllis Jarre and said, “You’ve been served.”
“As you see your honor it has been filed and stamped by the court and assigned a case number earlier this morning. It’s a request by the oldest child Sami Colbert who is now seventeen for a declaration of emancipation from the court. She is also asking for sole custody of her sister Sari aged fifteen.”
The Judge looked over at his coworker who was in complete shock.
“Does the young lady qualify under the requirements of the state for this to be granted,” The Judge asked in complete seriousness?
“There is a letter of authorization from her father Dean Colbert giving his approval, plus in that authorization is a plan by him that guarantees her a thirty thousand a dollar living allowance tax-free until she graduates from Southeastern Missouri University.” The Jag lawyer continued, “You will also see that there is a property deed with a clear title for a three-bedroom condo in which the two girls will reside, in the name of the two girls and their father.”
“And the additional papers,” Judge McDonald asked?’
“Background material brought in by Sami Colbert to provide a challenge to the original petition for divorce, and affidavits contradicting claims made in it. Specifically dealing with the false claims of child abuse and the false reports of an investigator in child serves,” The lawyer said. “We do have one more concern, your honor before you rule.”
“Go ahead with it,” Judge McDonald stated.
“At the time of his leaving they had no debts. The house was paid for, and the bank account had a balance of one hundred and fifteen thousand dollars. We are requesting accountability of all the family assets,” The lawyer said. “It’s our understanding Mr. Anthony Bower may have been using some of Dean Colbert’s assets and funds in his quest for a state seat as a democrat with Dean Colbert’s wife’s approval.”
The Judge sat there gathering his thoughts. What had been a simple straight forward abandonment case was now complicated to the extreme. He was going to need time to read the pages and pages of material presented before by the defendant's lawyer now also a plaintiff in a serious matter. He knew the Jag lawyer was on his game. The extent he went to, to protect Dean Colbert was extreme.
“One question before I go, anything further on what’s the prime reason Sami wants legal custody of her younger sister,” The judge asked.
“As Sami put it, the day that Anthony moved in. ‘Phyllis ceased being their mother because she publicly became Tony’s whore’,” the Jag said. “Both girls believe the longer they are there in that situation the sooner Tony’s going to be selling them for the same purposes he uses their mom. Bottom line Sami is concerned that their mother’s common-law husband may try to corrupt her little sister.”
“I am going to insist that Child Services speak to both the daughters before court resumes,” The Judge said.
“We have no problem with that except that we must insist that Ms. Peters is not the state representative being used,” The Jag lawyer said. “The reason why will be explained to you if you read the material.”
“Phyllis, I’m going to need an accounting of all your joint funds from the day he left to date,” The Judge stated. “Before this case resumes next Friday at nine. Also, I want the house you and Dean own appraised.”
“Your honor he left the marriage willingly and has not supported the family in general,” Phyllis said. “Has no conduct with either of his daughter or me. So, he has abandoned us.”
“Based on the information presented before me that I have to go through and review,” Judge Donald McDonald said. “The reason he left was that you were trying to smear his good name, destroy his standing with his children and put labels on him publicly. The court is dismissed.”
Phyllis was furious, she has been described as nothing as a whore and Tony was her pimp. She couldn’t believe that Dean had been able to put all this defense together. He had to have had major help. As she turned to head out of the courtroom, she saw the Jag standing with her two daughters talking. She walked toward Sami with pure anger and rage.
Just as she was about to say something to her daughters, the Jag said, “Best say nothing and let the court decide. Your daughters have already moved out. Sami is driving her father’s car and has emptied the rental unit.”
“You had no right,” Phyllis stated.
“One court order took care of that,” The Jag replied. “I’m not from flyover country you're dealing with the big boys now. So, deal with it.”
“What gives you the right to do this,” Phyllis asked in complete frustration.
“An authorization from your husband, to act on his behalf,” The Jag lawyer said, “and the fact that I have never voted for political power.”
What the fuck does politic have with this,” Phyllis asked?
“Everything,” the Jag said. “You’re a registered Democrat who married a registered Republican. Need I say more, because in today’s world your husband’s nothing but a piece of shit that most of your fellow members believe don’t belong in American society.”
“Your wrong,” Phyllis said. “I’ve never implied that or said that the was what I believed.”
“True,” the Jag said. “Your conduct did. That’s why your oldest daughter wants to be declared an adult. After all, she has her father’s morals and views on things.”
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I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to witness that, but I was under arrest. The Supreme Leader of the Islamic Revolution who was and is the self-appointed and religious authority of the Islamic Republic of Iran had declared that I was a heretic against the Islamic faith.
The reason for that happening was that I was not bowing down in solemn prayer towards Mecca at the appropriate time thus had been lacking in faith. I had not been giving proper attention to my daily prayers.
So, I was sitting in jail receiving the instruction to socially modify my thinking to make my new thinking in more in line with Iran’s spiritual leader. It’s really sad when others believe that you haven’t been taught to think the right way. But they would make me see the errors of my way even if it took daily lashes to do it.
After all, I was living in the democratic socialistic society of Iran. They would do what it took to make sure I thought the right way.
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Phyllis Jarre was back in court, so was the Jag and her daughters. Tony and she had decided that it was best if he laid low on this. if what were presented in court got out it would be politically damaging for him.
Even Phyllis could see the headline ‘Democrat steals a Republican’s wife and turns her into his whore.’ Even though politics had never been part of the equation because of the way our society was now behaving everything was.
The biggest problem facing Phyllis was that she had tried to force her daughters to accept her new living relationship. With all the information now before Judge Donald McDonald, it makes it quite apparent that she had done it in a cold and calculating manner.
Ms. Peters, Phyllis's best friend the social services worker was under suspension because it had been proven with the help of the school board that the investigation by her had never taken place. The Judge had called the regional supervisor of child services into his chamber to have a long serious discussion about the situation before him.
When the judge entered the courtroom, they all stood up. After calling the court to order the judge said, “Do either of the parties have any further information they feel a need to provide the court with?”
With no response by either party, he started by saying, “First of all, the request for divorce on the grounds of abandonment is declined. The burden of proof has been successfully challenged. Therefore, I am leaving it at the point that as of this Day Phyllis Jarre and Dean Colbert are officially legally separated.”
“Mrs. Jarre based on the accounting you have shown us the net family worth with the appraisal of the house is six hundred and twenty thousand dollars. You will receive clear title to the house once you have turned over three hundred and ten thousand dollars in a bank draft to the county clerk to be held in trust for him until your former husband returns,” Judge McDonald said. “The actual divorce cannot take place until his return.”
Phyllis's face went white. This was not what she had expected. She felt that Tony and she was being prosecuted because of what she had done.
“As for Sami Colbert’s request for a declaration of emancipation the court will grant it,” The judge said. “Child services at my request did a background check on both Phyllis Jarre and Mr. Anthony Bower. They also interviewed both Sami and Sari separately in the three-bedroom condominium in which they are now residing. Their report was very revealing. There was information discovered about Mr. Bower that is questionable at best. When you factor all the information in as it was presented by both sides, I am forced to grant custody of Sari Colbert to her sister Sami.”
The Jag smiled. His supervisors would be pleased with how it had all gone. It would take two to three months for feedback to get back to Dean because of all the channels it would have to go through.
Phyllis Jarre was devastated.
Current time.
Thanks to the government of China’s latest screw up in biological warfare because of their failure to keep safety standards I was being pulled out early. It had taken me three days to get to the state of Israel. After two weeks debriefing and to be cleared of the possibility of being affected with coronavirus, I received all my American identification thanks to the American consulate with the instruction that upon my return I would report directly to the pentagon.
I spent a week in Washington dealing with matters of security and my official retirement from service. The only regret I had I would never be able to fully explain what I had done. During that time, I got caught up in my financial situation to be pleasantly surprised at how well off I had become.
It was around four p.m. on the first Sunday of February when the plane touched down in Cape Girardeau. I was not expecting a big welcome, but I was pleasantly surprised. As soon as I walked through the gate, I saw my parents waiting for me with two ladies I barely recognized.
It overwhelmed me to see how much my girls had grown up. They both were now exceptionally beautiful adults. I learned that Sami was in her last year and would get her Bachelor’s Degree and Peace Officer’s License. She had already secured a position with the U.S. Marshalls when she graduated. Sari was finished and was now a Registered Nurse working towards becoming a Nurse Practitioner.
Mom and Dad looked graceful in their old age. For all of us, it was an emotional few minutes. After grabbing my gear, we all went to the condominium I had never seen, and I was surprised at how huge it was.
My first night home was a mini celebration. My mother and daughters thought I would enjoy a simple meal of steak, salad, and baked potato and boy were they right. I got caught up with their lives and got the highlights of the last seven years. I explained the basics of what I had been doing without giving any details. I took out and showed the different medals I had received from the Israeli government for my service to them along with the certificate of citizenship I had been granted from them.
When the girls got up the next morning, I was already making what had been their favorite breakfast back in the day.
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The taxi I ordered drove me to the local Ford dealer where I bought a used truck, by lunchtime I had it insured and licensed. Then it was to the county clerk to arrange transfer of the funds being held with me. It was the country clerk who suggested that I use Ashley Phillips as my lawyer going ahead for divorce.
It was Ashley Phillips who suggested that I sue for a criminal conversation which is a civil claim for adultery because I did not have to prove that the defendant did a malicious and wrongful action nor that the adultery affected the marriage.
I just had to prove that the adultery had been committed. The private investigators report already provided in the abandonment suit, had already proven that because it contained the hard evidence of photographs and videos of the extramarital sex happening between Phyllis and Tony while we were legally married. Since we could prove they lived locally at the time it met the in-state requirement. Ashley also drew up the divorce papers for divorce, on the grounds of adultery.
I learned from Ashley that Mr. Anthony Bower my ex-wife’s lover and currently common-law husband was running unopposed to run against our current representative for the senate as a democrat. She decided it would be best to serve them both at the town hall meeting they were having on Thursday.
Thursday evening, I came out after supper dressed in my full military uniform with all its medals wearing black sunglasses. It was the same uniform that I wore on the day of my retirement, for the official ceremony and photographs. My daughters went with me because they wanted to see the look on their mother's face.
It was halfway through the meeting that Mr. Anthony Bower finally saw me. My daughters and I had decided to sit in different parts as to not draw attention to ourselves. Mr. Anthony Bower called me up to thank me for my service because it always looked good especially when running to show your support for those in service.
“Are you retired or still active,” Tony asked?
“Retired for less than a week,” I said. “I’m now just a retired former Lieutenant General who looking forward to getting back to civilian life back home with my family.”
“I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Phyllis Jarre,” Anthony Bower said proudly as she came over to stand beside him.
“Thank you but I believe we have already met,” I said. “A long time ago so I am sure she wouldn’t remember it.”
“Yes, I would,” Phyllis said. “I recognize you vaguely but can’t picture it because its apparent time has changed you.”
“Let me introduce myself,” I said as I reached up to take off my sunglasses. “My name is Dean Colbert and although we are legally separated, we have never been divorced.”
Panic erupted, Phyllis fainted as I said, “It's finally nice to meet you, Tony, after all this time. Can you answer me honestly is it a political policy of the Democratic party to steal a Republicans wife to make them their whore? Good luck on your run but you won’t be getting my vote.”
With that said I proceeded off the stage. It was pure pleasure for me in watching them both being served once Phyllis had been revived.
Both of my daughters came from out of nowhere to stand beside me. Phyllis and Tony’s faces were white. It was going to be interested to see how they would try to spin it going forward. Without answering any of the reporters covering the event we left.
Sadly, all of this had to happen because I could not be the good conservative and go along, just to get along. My wife Phyllis had crossed the line. She could have divorced me without trying to ruin everything, but no she was a liberal who had to have it all. After all its generally believed anything is acceptable if your liberal, even beating innocent bystanders watching a leftist protest march.
We as a group of conservative people had turned the cheek for years and look where that was getting us. It took the example of one man who refused to lay down but instead decided to stand and fight to awake a sleeping generation. As a result, the other side was starting to take it to the extreme because they could not accept the fact that a lot of us were saying no more of your liberal outlandish crap.
That’s what I had to build in the resistance in Iran. It's hard to teach someone to have a backbone when they don’t have a spine. Thanks to what happened in China the resistance movement was accelerating. What was needed for it now was a good set of weapons that worked? Like all democratic organizations they had seized the guns as soon as they took control.
It was fun watching the local news in the morning. The story was the main topic of discussion. Somehow, they had gotten the past two petitions for divorce and now had the third that had been filed in the court.
It finally was revealed that Mr. Anthony Bower as a young man had been charged with Statutory Rape, but the parents of the girl had ended up dropping the charges. It’s not so easy running for office when you’re not so clean.
Three weeks later Phyllis Jarre and I stood before Judge McDonald. The publicity about the three of us had ended their relationship. Phyllis had told her daughters she had not been aware of Tony’s past. Both of them had told her they had no reason to believe her.
My lawyer was in discussions with Tony’s lawyers about a possible settlement. I wonder with the morals and principles he had shown if it would be enough of a hit to him to force himself to look at himself and make changes. Or would he just mark it as loser’s loss and look for another conservative’s life to screw up.
When Judge Donald granted the divorce to me on the grounds of adultery, I thanked him. As Ashley Philips and I were walking out Ashley asked me, “Was it worth the price to win the divorce on the grounds of adultery?”
“It boiled down to what was right or wrong,” I said. “Nothing more or less. I knew that in time with the truth I would win. I had to leave the country for that to happen. I didn’t just have a wife to fight I had to fight the judicial system of which she was a part of.”
“If you had of stayed, she would have won,” Ashley said, “because the one’s inside of the system were her friends, it would have been whitewashed.”
I smiled and said, “Welcome to the world of politics that most never see.”
I smiled and said, “Welcome to the world of politics that most never see.”