I've always lived by the theory that everything always works out. I've always kind of implied this simply to my own life and never really understood why. Every turn I take, things can be smooth or rough, but in the end, I come out on top. I didn't question it, nor did I worry. I just assumed that if rough stuff came my way, I'd be smiling in the end. This still, to the day, rings true. I got my most extreme test a few months ago.
My girlfriend at the time, we'll call her ex from here on out, took me for a ride. The problem with insecure bipolar women is that they look just like everyone else. She started fights every 4 days or so which no man could ever see coming, and I slowly met my breaking point. When that point was met, I fought back, and apparently this is what she was waiting for. Arguments led to shouts, shouts led to screams, and screams led to property damage and police. The incident itself is inconsequential to this rant, so we will focus on the aftermath.
She started by lying to the police officers, and basically what she told them is that she was sitting there reading the Bible when I suddenly went completely ape and started screaming and destroying things. She tried to include the destruction of my own stuff in this story but they didn't buy it. However, the next morning, she found a police officer who was notorious for being of little more use than a hole in a submarine, and constantly made bad decisions. Today's bad decision was that he would believe her story to the syllable and help her get even. Thus, by the end of his stretch of influence, she had contacts for everyone in my entire chain of command, and she called every one of them trying to grant herself an audience where she could explain what a terrible person I was. This is not to include the fact that she also lied to the municipal court and said I beat her up, filed false allegations of assault, stole money from two of my bank accounts, posted her version of the story on the net, and moved to Grand Prairie with just about everything I owned in her possession.
That's the quick summary. This was the first and last time I've ever worried that maybe once it wouldn't go my way. I thought, after the DA decided she had a case from her trumped evidence, after she split town, and with the asshole cop on her side, that she would be the one to bring me down. I was wrong.
In the aftermath of the aftermath, the military did nothing with her rants, and the DA threw the case out. As for the stuff she left with, my family and friends knew better than to think I was even remotely capable of the crap she was making up, and they pulled together and I received thousands of dollars. All of my stuff was replaced with even better stuff. No more classified section hand-me-downs. The people on the internet didn't believe her, but that's a minor victory because I don't even know them. Mostly, I'm glad she's gone now.
This whole explanation goes back to my original statement. Everything always works out. Well, since then, I've realized that there is more to that statement. I've always had the idea but was never really convinced that it was so specific, but now I am.
Everything always works out for good people.
I've always aimed at the general good. I can be selfish like anyone else, but I am hopelessly always considering other people's comfort or mood. I don't lie, and I give without expecting return. I do this because it makes me feel good to do so. This is what separates me from the ex. She looks out only for herself, and has a filthy soul. She would do the things she tried to do to me because its in her nature as a bad person. Often times she would question me, ask why I was so fortunate and she was not... well... if she were to ask me again, I would have the answer.
Do good, and be good. Do things for other people that bear no repayment. Through the course of your life, you will be rewarded. I don't know how I could be more living proof.
