Mexican Thoughts

I’m in love with soccer. There is nothing more relaxing than grabbing a bunch of friends, a ball and heading to a field to play for hours on end. When I was 3 years old, I received my first soccer ball and it became one of my favorite toys in the world. I would wear a lot of soccer jerseys growing up but also just grew to fall in love with the sport itself. It consumed me. Nothing was more important that playing on that field. Nothing. I remember it pretty clearly but when I about 10, I missed a very important game because we had school on a Saturday. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was letting my teammates down and that I have helped them if I was there. Fortunately, they won and that feeling went away but my desire to stay on that field for as long as possible never wavered. I joke with my mom about it now but I would always play with injuries and never gave myself a break. I tell her that it’s the cause of most of my pain now in my ankles. I love the anticipation of a bi...

She: We aren’t doing this here. Why did you think that this was a good idea? He: Because you kept avoiding me. Did you really think that this was going to get solved without talking about it? She: Yes, because I like to believe that on my wedding day that everything would go smoothly. I assumed that it would be enough to be code for “hey, let’s just play nice for now and when this is done, maybe we’ll talk about it. But as usual, you like to make things even more complicated. He: I like to think of it as me trying to find a solution to a problem that has been going on for a while. Something that would make us both happy, you know? You can’t really tell me that you’re going to go through with this. Him, of all people? The guy that ruined everything. The same guy that- She: That makes me happy, yes. That makes me think that everything is going to be okay. That doesn’t pick fights with me over the smallest detail of my personality. Yes, I think I am going to...