Karma Has a Way: When the Shame Isn’t Yours to Carry Anymore
There comes a point when you stop asking, “How could he do this to me?” and begin to wonder, “What kind of man does this to anyone?”
It’s a chilling shift—from grief to clarity. From heartache to stark truth. And in that moment, a deeper sadness emerges: not just for yourself, but for the man he’s become. For the man his parents raised. For the man whose actions now echo through a courtroom, a family, a legacy.
If they were here—his parents—I truly believe they’d be looking down in shame. Not because I want them to. Not out of bitterness or vengeance. But because I believe they raised him to be better than this. I believe they hoped for more. And watching him now—lying under oath, smearing my name, manipulating the truth to escape accountability—I can only imagine the crushing disappointment they would feel.
What a legacy to leave behind. One not of love, honour, or strength—but of deception, control, and cowardice.
He had choices. So many chances to do the right thing. And he chose deceit. Over and over again.
And now, karma will do what it always does.
It moves slowly, but it moves surely. And I suspect one day, he may have to watch the story play out again—but this time, from the sidelines. Maybe his daughter will unknowingly walk into the arms of a man just like him. A man who lies easily. Who twists the truth. Who chips away at her light, her freedom, her voice.
And when that happens—if it happens—he may finally feel what I’ve felt. Not just the pain, but the helplessness. The unbearable knowledge that someone you love is being treated in ways you once treated others, and there’s not a thing you can do to stop it.
Maybe then, he’ll understand.
Maybe then, he’ll wish he had done things differently.
Maybe then, karma will finally teach him what the courts and conscience never could.
But for me?
That lesson isn’t mine to deliver.
The shame isn’t mine to carry.
The truth is no longer mine to prove.
I’m walking forward. Lighter, wiser, stronger.
Let him live with the legacy he’s created. Let karma write the final chapter.
Because I have a new life to live—one rooted in truth, and peace, and freedom.
