Unbelievable Karma Story. Cheater Gets Theirs!

Where Law fails, karma succeeds! And if you’re a believer in karma, you’ll know what I mean. If someone does you wrong, karma will sort them out. They can’t escape the wrath of karma.

Karma rights wrongs. According to many, karma is life’s natural balancing system. It’s perfect — judging, sentencing and punishing by the order of the great cosmos. There’s no running from karma. It never forgets, and it always gets its way.

I’m a believer in karma’s giant judgmental foot. When writing SEETHINGS, I included the biggest karma story I’ve ever witnessed and proved that some force must be at work. It was such a fantastic event that it made me shiver today. You’ll disbelieve it when you’ve read it, but here’s an abridged version of the event as it happened anyway:

A girl I dated in my teens recently became separated from her common-law husband. Now in her thirties, she found herself alone and disappointed. You might say she was depressed. She contacted me for friendship and solace, telling me a story of how it all feel apart. She told me she (and her child) moved back to where she grew up to set up a new life and to be closer to her parents. She despised the guy (whoever he was) for running off with their nanny.

“What a prick!” She said, scathingly, while invoking the power of karma to send the man justice for what he had done to her (and their baby daughter).

“Karma will get him.”

I heard the story about that bastard‘s cheating, the lies he told her to maintain a second relationship, and the violent confrontation that required police intervention. She told me she was, “…afraid for her life because of that bastard’s violent personality.” She was fearful for her life and the life of her child. I felt sorry for my former girlfriend. Life hadn’t gone well for her.

But when she told her tragic story a second time, it was different. Not everything lined up. Holes opened. New details entered the picture. For instance, she first said he attacked her on the driveway. The second version said she chased him out of their home, and she thumped him near the car. And then she didn’t inform the police about the brutality. She only raised it with them months later, during the custody hearing. She told the courts he had hit her and was about to hit her again when police intervened.

“The truth is easy. Lies are hard to sustain.”

The more she repeated her story, the more it changed. The violence was clearly more from her than from him. An hour of circular conversation erased the fear she had for this guy. She was hostile, baring her teeth between phrases. Pride followed when she disclosed she’d won.

Something wasn’t right. Pillow talk revealed more.

What I heard went into my book (names changed). That bastard never attacked her at all. She was the aggressor. It was her fists doing the swinging, not his. The couple were arguing in the home, escalating when she threw dishes at him. He tried to leave. She followed him to his car and punched the side of his face through the open window. She claimed he tried to run her over, but he didn’t do that either. She simply wouldn’t let go of him as he tried to depart the scene. She kept hitting him just as the police arrived. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The about-face was bizarre.

She lied. She became an instant victim to gain custody of their child and financial support. She manipulated the police, The Courts, and her daughter to get what she wanted. She managed a boastful laugh, too.

“He deserved it,” she said. “It’s karma. That’s all I can say. Karma. Well, what did he expect?”

There will be many readers who will side with her because cheating is the worst offence of all. No punishment is good enough for this crime. Others will see reason and understand that’s there more to any picture. Also, violence is never an answer. Using children to curry favour is worse. Cut your losses and move on.

I felt sorry for the daughter who was caught in the middle of a parental dispute — used as an emotional and financial lever by her mother to get more from her father. The little girl never saw her father again. To her, that man was that bastard, and he was a monster. He deserved nothing.

Karma was about to play its part through me. (Read slowly!)

She drew back the large, heavy living room curtains. Light poured into the space. I was impressed by what I saw beyond the glass.

“Wow! Impressive!”

“Thank you. I built the home this way for that view. Do you know the name of the mountain?” She asked, pointing to the shape in the distance.

“Sure, that’s Mount Lindesay.”

I heard her gasp, and then she snapped the curtains shut. The room went dark again.

Those four words changed everything. Karma had arrived, and it came via my mouth.

“What’s the matter?”

“My ex’s name is Lindesay!”

I had no idea. To me, he was only that bastard. What were the chances of Lindesay happening through the window? (It’s not a common name where I’m from!)

Oops!

If only she’d researched the mountain before purchasing the land and instructing an architect to point her home’s giant windows at it!

The curtains stayed closed, and she went silent. Her grin disappeared. I knew something about her story (all versions of it) and why she was alone — and then I saw her be crushed by a force she wholeheartedly supported — and there was nothing she could do.

I didn’t mind. I enjoyed watching her deal with karma’s judgment (I had issues with her, too. Teenage residuals). I loved being inside the loop. I only wished Lindesay were there to see it happen, too.

As far as I know, Karma is still kicking her butt because she can’t move from where she lives. Her finances are tied up in the property. Moving would also complicate things with the daughter’s routines and school. She’s stuck in a home that has a Lindesay feature window — a constant reminder of that bastard and the monster she made him out to be. As I said, all of this went into the novel — but some readers have said it couldn’t be true. It’s too ridiculous to be real.

That may be so, but it happened just as I said it did (and there’s more to it). Read the book and decide for yourself (*free for a limited time).

Those who believe in karma won’t disagree with me. It was an outcome that was always meant to be.

–Michael (Dark fiction. Author of SEETHINGS (the first book), free for a limited time)

P.S: Lindesay, if you’re reading this, ‘N‘ got something of what she deserved. (Unfortunately, your daughter ‘J’ got caught up in ‘N’s’ lies. You’re not the monster she said you are.)