I’ve gotten a couple requests lately to do a karma column. I’m always on the fence about karma, because on the one hand, who is above a bit of schadenfreude when it comes to cheaters? Personally, I felt utterly delighted when a giant four-story-tall tree fell on my ex’s house (my former marital home) AND his BMW. It was like a sign from God, complete with lightning bolt! I call it “The Tree of Karma.”
Admittedly, that’s not very “meh.”
Really, the goal here after surviving infidelity is indifference. They fell into a vat of acid? The OW succumbed to the Ebola virus? Your ex-wife is on her seventh husband and twentieth STD?
I don’t think we should wait around for karma. It has it’s own timetable and focusing on the injustice keeps us stuck and focused on the cheater. You’ve all got better things to do with your lives than wait at the karma bus stop.
Once you trust that they suck, you realize cheater karma is just being them. Every day they live their karma as inauthentic people with crap life skills. You don’t need cheater karma to gain a life. Go be awesome without it.
Oh shut up, Tracy. Tell us about the tree. Was the BMW totaled? What else you got? Do you know any cheaters that got thrown into a South American jail? Indicted? Deported?
Oh, OKAY. Today we’ll tell our karma stories. I expect half of you will be sad and say, no the OW lives in your house, dunks her cookies in your wedding china coffee cups, and your children have tattooed her name in hearts on their little chests. To you sad people I say — take the LONG view. I know some cheater karma stories in my life, but they happened to people a generation older than me. In one case, the cheater died years later of alcoholism. In the other, he married the OW and lived in a fancy house for a long time — but now, 30 years on, the IRS is taking the house, he’s a drunk, and the OW is abjectly miserable. Karma took its sweet time arriving, but it did show up.
So let loose, chumps. Any karma sightings? Inquiring chumps want to know.