Tuesday through Friday were 'work' on top of work. I didn't waste any time getting back to the people that sent me out there with Beth and Aaron and letting them know that he not only was cheating on his wife, but that he was completely negligent regarding her welfare, that he violated his alcohol 'probation', and that Beth was in fact suicidal. Then I quickly learned that people would much rather watch someone fail utterly and completely than risk their positions, no matter how meaningless they are, in order to help someone with a shitty resume. No one jumped out of their chair or gave more than a hint of a fuck with what I had learned so far... and it wasn't
entirely their fault. I was nothing more than a chaperone that day. What I did have would be my word against his and there's no telling what stance Beth would take just a day later. It wasn't worth swinging for the fences - So I was told to "keep an eye out on him... you never know" which can mean all kinds of shit. So I continued with my original plan of burying him.
Each morning that week, while everyone else was giving Aaron the obvious stinkeye and shunning him more than usual, I made it a point to understand him like a true bro. I've never smiled and nodded more in my life. This man went from jokingly bringing up divorce scenarios a week ago to frightfully searching for ways to freeze his wife out of anything and everything in his life. This is especially threatening to a military spouse as they often only know of about a third of what they're entitled to. But he wasn't just satisfied with his money for some reason, he was trying to turn people that never met her against her. He'd begun this odd campaign with his family to murder her name and paint her as a drug addict and thief too (which is hilarious because two months prior she bought him a 1,400 dollar laptop and she bailed him out of jail at least twice that I knew of). He was a shitty liar and I let him believe that he was a great one as long as I was around. Dude loved to confide in me from Tuesday on. It was easy. All I had to do was wait for him to fuck up again and be ready for it. When I wasn't talking Aaron up, I was talking to other people that knew of his past shitbaggery and people that cut him off in the recent weeks - including those at the couples' party. Time went by slow but sure enough, this dude didn't last 4 days - and neither did this other guy...
Calvin. Calvin is the chump motherfucker I mentioned last valentine's day in the BCT. This is the guy who drove out to a middle of nowhere military garage to meet this woman and hand off flowers, a teddy bear,
and the keys to his car to a woman who wasn't even his friend on facebook. Before he pulled up, this woman literally told/showed me the red lingerie she was about to get freaky in with some other dude. "I just want you to know, you're my friend - and I'll always be there for you as a friend. Always." as he gave her the keys to his 2012 Mustang before she sped down the road for some Ranger Pipe. Calvin is a pathetic simp. Yes, he deserves a bronze star. That doesn't mean you can't be a simp. That also doesn't mean you can't completely fuck over a guy who's having a marriage crisis. Calvin, was at the couple's party after Aaron walked those drunken 13 miles and apparently he was too ready to play his Joe's Greatest Hits mixtape that night too.
Now... I've been the unit's kicking-dog for almost a year now. People like me, but they won't stop me from getting kicked. Calvin always thought I was cool people. So it was too easy to pretend that I'd just been kicked again. I asked him for his phone one day
"Man... they cancelled my leave again. I just want to call my grandma and let her know that I won't be back for her birthday."
"Again? Geez dude. Here. Don't even worry about it"
"Thanks man, good looking out.

(("
I called my grandmother to talk about how she needed to mail my shit because fuck Durham, NC. Then I went through his text messages because this dude makes Drake look like DMX and there was no doubt in my mind that he'd said some extra shit to Beth. Little did I fucking know that he was texting her about how she should leave Aaron and get with him
while she was in the fucking hospital with her husband right next to her. (Yes, Beth and Aaron were sharing their phone at the time. There was no doubt in my mind that Aaron saw it - but he's a proven dumbass, so there was no way to tell how he would or had reacted). So Calvin officially became someone that I could use at that point. Gave him his phone back and laughed at yet another clown that doesn't delete text messages. I found Aaron outside and immediately went to work.
"You know Calvin, right?"
"Yeah I know that clown lol. What about him?"
"You know he's been eying your wife?"
I threw this out because I needed to know right then and there what kind of man Aaron was regarding this sort of thing.
"Yeah. But a lot of guys eye my wife haha. Its not big deal"
You fucking idiot. How the fuck do you breathe and walk at the same time?
"Aite... just wondering man. You know I'm just looking out for you and Beth bro"
Again, too fucking easy. I walk back inside and run in to Ellen. She doesn't say a word to me -
like a fucking boss. Ellen was a smart woman. She caught a whiff of what was going on somehow and disappeared faster than Field Mob. I knew better than to call her and she knew better than to call me. But its a small world. And Calvin, like any trueborn simp, simps in all directions at once. And right in front of me (fortunately the only person in that room that knew what was going on) he asks her "Is Beth still mad at you?"
Beth goes from cool calm and collected woman to damn near sprinting out the door. I didn't even blink, just kept walking. Walking and thinking. So Calvin was apparently trying to be everywhere. He was running surveillance for Beth in order to get in good and was showing an effort to get Ellen to run into his arms for protection in some weird way. It was a lot of shit to process for me. I wanted to do a lot with what I learned, but fuck it - Friday. Time to get tore up.
I head to my room, get cut, lay out my clothes, hop in the shower and then my phone blows up. I'm not trying to reach for the phone while wiping my ass down - that's barbaric, so I wait til I get out. Three missed calls. One from Aaron, one from the worthless people who told me to keep an eye out, and one from Beth. And no messages because I guess people just don't do that shit in 2012. Call Beth back, no answer. Call the dumbasses in charge, they tell me to get dressed and get ready to go to the hospital. Before I can even ask why, I get a text from Aaron that says Beth is in the hospital - she tried to commit suicide again and that he was on his way to pick me up.