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.**