I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In

As for me? I started therapy. I adopted a cat named Pumpkin, who liked to sleep on my belly, right where Emma used to kick. I went back to walking during my lunch breaks. I didn’t date, not right away. I needed to find myself first. But I smiled more.

Because even though it was messy and humiliating and hurt like hell, I knew something had shifted.

I was free.

Free of the lies. Free of guilt. And free from the version of myself who kept trying to be enough for people who never deserved me in the first place.

People always say karma takes its time and that sometimes, it never shows up at all.

But that night, watching Judy scream in her ruined dress and Oliver slip on paint in front of 200 guests?

It showed up. Continue reading…