No joke. I dated an abusive guy for four years and good things kept happening to me and bad things to him - I thought it was just us making our own karma via my good and his bad decisions, although I realize now I had already come to fully believe in it. He’d been broke the first three years and I helped him out every single time he asked me (he didn’t ask much - too proud and resentful) and I did it with a smile. I was so careful to always be cool about it and not make him uncomfortable or bring it up.

He inherited quite a chunk of money almost exactly a year ago now, and then he blocked me 12 hours later and proceeded to use the money to hurt me as much as possible for almost an entire year. He never acted grateful for how windfall, even, but instead became super arrogant and entitled (he was a narcissist, at the very least), not to mention sadistic.

I knew that had to be one of the worst things someone could do - to take your good fortune and use it to psychologically torture the person who had been unfailingly generous with you when you needed it most, who’d wanted you to get that money more than anyone simply because they wanted you to be able to relax and enjoy a less stressful life.

Throughout the four years a shit ton of bad things happened to him and great things happened to me - it was like my luck suddenly skyrocketed, but he was tormenting me the whole time. It’s kind of a miracle I survived 2022 because I have severe depression that he purposely kept activating over and over and over. I really think he kind of hoped I’d kill my self.

I’d asked him all along how he didn’t seem to believe karma was real yet when she kept beating the shit out of him and then turning and giving me a big ole kiss on the lips. And I told him all last year that she was going to hit him like a Mack truck for weaponizing this great gift he received to hurt the person who’d only ever helped him. I told him he should get right with God or the universe or just get right because I had a bad feeling that he only had a year to do it. He totally ignored me every time.

I finally succeeded in going “no contact” (I cut all contact and blocked every way he had to contact me, which was fine with him since he was busy with someone else). It was the first time in years I accepted it was really over and managed to put him out of my mind and start to move on.

On day 30 of no contact he died. He was 50 and it was exactly 11 months since he’d gotten the money.

Thanks to my finally succeeding at breaking free, his unexpected death affected me far less than it would have at any other time during those four years because it was the most distance we’d had between us the whole time. I shudder to think what condition my depression and I would have been in if it had happened a month earlier. It might have taken me out with him.

My mind is blown. I’m grateful as fuck, though, that’s for damn sure.