MY DAD LEFT US WITH NOTHING—YEARS LATER, KARMA BEAT ME TO REVENGE
When I was **17**, my dad walked out on my mom and me.
Not only did he leave us for some **younger woman**, but he also **drained our bank accounts** and skipped out on the mortgage.
We lost **everything**.
**Homeless. Broke. Abandoned.**
And he didn’t even **blink.**
I swore I’d get **revenge** someday.
But **life moved on.**
Mom and I clawed our way back. I worked through college, built a stable life, and moved on—or so I thought.
Then one **ordinary day**, I was walking to work when I **froze in my tracks.**
There, sitting on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign, was **him.**
**My father.**
Gray hair, hollow eyes, clothes barely holding together.
I felt my breath catch.
Our eyes met.
Recognition **flickered** in his face.
Then—**shame.**
I stepped closer. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.
*”Wow. So… karma got to you before I did.”*
I turned and walked away.
**That was enough.**
