How many of you believe in karma? Not the feel-good kind, but the real, life-changing variety? I’m Jennifer, 37, and I learned firsthand that karma is real.
Years ago, when Alex and I bought our first home, I was thrilled. But soon, his attitude changed, and his mother, Diane, made things worse with her constant criticism. Alex’s comments about me not contributing enough financially hurt, but I ignored them — until one evening, during a family dinner, Diane revealed the truth: the house was in her name, not ours. Alex had done it to “protect” himself financially.
Devastated, I decided to make my own plans. Years later, after Alex finished paying off the house, karma arrived. Diane told Alex she was giving the house to his sister, and I’d already secured a new apartment for the kids and me. Alex begged me to stay, but I was done. I filed for divorce, and we moved into our new home.
Alex? He ended up living with Diane, where things weren’t easy. Sometimes, karma doesn’t just knock — it kicks the door down. And I’m glad it did.
Looking back, losing that house was the best thing that ever happened to me. True strength isn’t about the walls around you; it’s about the strength within.
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