Karma and I...we's a BITCH

I realize this brief, bitter, cold post will hammer home the sense that I'm a real bitch....but you know what? So's karma. And why is karma a bitch? Because karma keeps it real. Because it reminds us that none of us are immune to life's hardships, that none of us can get away with dishing out the bad only to receive the good in return. It sounds more to me like karma's life's vigilante, out to remind us that we're mortal and vulnerable, after all. If that's a bitch, then I'm happy to be one.

Like Single Librarian, my good friend and co-blogger, I also occasionally think about my last true love. But Single Librarian is, I'm quite confident, a better person than me. I broke up with my ex, for the first time almost two years ago and for the last time almost a year ago, and I still to this day feel my blood boil at the mention of his name. So when a mutual friend shared with me that my ex was be heading to Cabo last week on a vacation to an all-inclusive resort to which I had introduced him, and to which I begged him to take me only to hear repeatedly "I can't afford it," I just about lost it. Seriously? It felt like just another petty, immature snub so typical of him, another demonstration of his all-consuming selfishness. I heard through the grapevine that he had posted online: "heading to CABO!!! I sooo deserve this." I just about came through my skin. Really? You, who emotionally abused me and tried to control me and couldn't get around your own needs and desires, you? You DESERVE the vacation you promised and then denied me repeatedly for years? Right.

But karma finally came a knocking. And I don't mean that karma was alive in the repeated tearful phone calls and late night texts  he sent to me over the last year (yes, YEAR) declaring his shame and guilt. I don't mean that karma is the knowledge that he is still not over me and has dated almost 10 girls since we broke up, not to be satisfied by or interested in a single one. Because those things are mostly a nuisance to me...and karma doesn't seem to be coming back around when I hear those things--it seems to be losing direction from it's real target and goal, and it's just annoying me.

Nope, this is karma: hearing that during the trip he "deserved" to the place to which he promised but failed to take me, my ex got Monzuma's Revenge, aka, Traveller's Diarrhea, aka E. Coli. And he spent most of that trip shitting himself in a Mexican hospital and still hasn't recovered.

That's karma, my friends...and the bitch is still smiling.