After the close call in Canada, I decided to cool off, at least for a while.
I’d lost a lot of money and I was oblivious, numb, to the recklessness that had become my life. It was the beginning of my misfortune. Not just in my business affairs, but with Angie, too.
I had met a girl in Bogota and I got her pregnant. When I confessed, my relationship with Angie fell apart. She was humiliated and mortified, and for some time, all she did was bicker. A reaction that stemmed from the torment.
Reflecting back, I’ve come to realize how “fucked-up” I acted with my loved ones, inflicting them with pain and suffering without a care in the world.
I was no different than the corrupted men in this business. We become so selfish only thinking of our own self-gratification while destroying those closest to us, crippling their nurturing spirit and trusting heart. Our feelings are hardened and we grow cold to emotional entanglement. Our sense of love and our morality stiffens as we are desensitized. Our ego is so elevated that we fail to see the humanity in others let alone in ourselves.
Even though I betrayed her trust, Angie forgave me and we managed to pull through it, mending the broken pieces of my unfaithfulness. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long.
Joey, my Colombian buddy who on occasion, would offer me an enticing deal or the opportunity to negotiate something lucrative, called me out of the blue. He said that he needed to see me about some business I would be interested in.
Since he lived in Miami, we agreed that he would fly into Bogota with a friend of his named George.
From the moment they landed, I treated them well, inviting them to “high-end” restaurants and bars around the city, and accommodating them in style within the confines of a hotel that resembled a temple of “Gods.”
While enjoying his stay in the capital, Joey got it in his head to call Leila, a friend of his—and a madam—to go out with me and Angie on a double date. But since Leila was sick, she arranged for a young decent woman from Santa Marta to be his companion instead.
That night proved to be yet another fracas with Angie. The very moment I laid eyes on Joey’s date, I was smitten. As in all the things and people I wanted and needed to possess, I went after her.
No matter the consequences and the heartbreak I would cause Angie, the woman who loved me and stood by me throughout my corrupt lifestyle and years of selfish deceits, would once again be under my wrath, and as I came to find out later on, scarred forever.