Over the last few days I have shared my story about my experiences with my sociopathic ex-boyfriend, and how I finally came to my senses and left him.
While I am reasonably open minded on the issue of religious beliefs, despite not being able to claim that I have a specific faith myself, I’m a big believer in karma.
Karma is a bitch. And for A, Karma came and bit him right on the ass.
I had moved out and was living in my own house. I was desperately struggling financially and was attempting to come to terms with the events of recent years, along with trying to cope in my first full-time job after graduating. I had little contact with him – he had convinced me to meet him in the local pub about a week after I left with the intention of giving me my things back that I had left behind, but when I arrived he hadn’t brought anything. He told me I owed him money for the house, he was lonely and he missed me. I left, and never spoke to him again.
It took a while, but I began to move on, and thought about him very little. However, a mutual friend, who had always remained neutral met with me for a drink, and the subject of the conversation turned to him. She had quite a story to tell me.
About two months after I had moved out, my friend had gone to his house and a girl arrived. She was attending a conference for the company that A worked for, and he had offered her his spare room instead of staying at a hotel. I don’t know the story behind it – I’m assuming that they had some sort of relationship previously as I find it very strange that he would allow a complete stranger to stay over, but little that he did surprised me. During her stay, they began a relationship and she moved in that week. He fed her a sob story about how I had used him and broken his heart, and she fell for it. My friend told me that she was insanely jealous of the relationship that I had with him, to the point where my name was not allowed to be mentioned and she destroyed any of my possessions that she found, including any photographs and cards that I had left behind in my rush to leave.
Over time, the jealously developed into all aspects of his life. He wasn’t allowed to leave the house without her, even to the point where she would accompany him to work and meet him at the end of his shift to ensure that he didn’t go anywhere. If he went out with any of his friends, she had to go with him. If she couldn’t meet him at work and he returned home late, she would go into screaming rages and start throwing things. They had violent fights where they attacked each other. She checked his phone daily and accused him of cheating on her all the time.
Eventually, she trashed his house and refused to leave. According to my friend, the police had to be called. After she had been removed from the property she began a hate campaign, telling everyone what a cheating liar he was and started turning up at his house, demanding that she get her property back. She called and text constantly. Apparently, she was even demanding property that she didn’t own as payment for the awful time he had put her through. He had complained to my friend that she was psychotic and making his life miserable.
Brilliant. The scumbag had got exactly what he had deserved – he had been used to being in control and was suddenly confronted with someone who had all the power, and he didn’t like it.
I sat back in my chair and laughed. That was the closure I needed. I didn’t need to seek my revenge. Karma had done it for me.
What about you? Have you seen a bad person get their comeuppance?
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