People crave Schmoopie karma stories. I know because I read my mail. And also, we recently had a chump meet-up in London (which was wonderful!) and the number one request was: “MORE KARMA STORIES.”
What fell on them from a skyscraper, Tracy? Tell me more!
No! Their punishment is being them.
That is not a satisfying answer, Tracy. I need Old Testament judgement. Smiting. Rivers of blood.
That’s not how it works, people!
Okay, I’ll tell you one great karma story I heard on vacation from a CN member. Nine years ago she was chumped when her husband walked out for a much younger coworker, leaving her with four children ages 2 to 12. Did he pay support? Maintain his relationship with his kids? No, of course he didn’t. We’re talking about fuckwits here. The heart wants what the heart wants.
She was the breadwinner. She had to pay off his debts. She had to raise the kids and work a demanding job. It’s nine years later, and I’m sitting in her living room, in the house that she singlehandedly remodeled. In a lovely little village. Now worth a lot of money since real estate has gone up and her sweat equity has paid off. The oldest kid is a school teacher! The other kids are on scholarship in great schools! Dad and Schmoopie are pretty much nonentities.
But recently FW Dad went on a love bombing bender with the teenage daughter. Bought her fancy concert tickets. So she spent an evening with Dad and Schmoopie. Who live in rather reduced circumstances — a one-bedroom apartment in a not-so-nice part of town. And daughter reported back to mom that the blissful couple had a fight.
Over a .20 p Sainsbury shopping bag.
Schmoopie was angry at FW’s spendthrift ways. Purchasing a bag, when he could’ve brought a bag. (Makes you wonder if she knew about the concert tickets?)
THAT is what karma looks like. The long arc of fuckwittery. The eventual banal suckitude.
Nine years ago, when our chump friend was devastated, the Schmoopies took the settlement money and went swanning around the world on fabulous vacations. Yes, as she was working, raising four children alone, he was in the Maldives.
More karma: Schmoopie wanted children. (Why, when he’s got four he doesn’t support?) No children. And now she’s just got him, a shit apartment, and a .20 p Sainsbury shopping bag.
As for the daughter, when she texted him asking about needing money for school shoes. He didn’t reply. Sadly, she trusts that he sucks. Happily, she has a kickass Sane Parent mom.
Now it’s your turn to share your Schmoopie karma stories…
That we don’t care about, because we’re MEH! But… well… what’s a little schadenfreude between friends?