It doesn’t matter what slight you think you have endured. Getting pleasure out of someone else’s misfortune, misery to death makes you a horrible person. Beware your own karma.

i want to say that I don't believe in karma due to my faith tradition but I know that sometimes God can exact terribly apt punishment.

I grew up with a verbally abusive, violent and truly frightening alcoholic father. I spent an entire childhood listening to him rant and criticize me, sober or drunk. He'd routinely scream at me or almost as punishing, refuse to speak to me, often for days at a time.

He was an academic - known professionally for his oratory and public speaking skills and was considered to be brilliant.

My father very slowly lost his ability to speak fluently at age 70. He had to retire. Still continued to drink, but developed a stammer, then a stutter. Then declined further and could utter only one or two words, yes or no. Then, he'd get those words mixed up.

Finally, he was completely mute. Silent. He was literally speechless for almost 8 years until he died a prolonged death.

Anonymous wrote:I can't tell you, because any time I tell the story people get mad. But something awful happened to my relative who cheated and left his wife/family. It was very ironic/karmic. All I can say is, be careful what you wish for.....

Had a heart attack and died on his new wife and small children?

Anonymous wrote:I know, and actually believe, that the best revenge IS a life well lived. But I'm still going to live vicariously -

what's the best revenge / karma story you know of? Can be a work thing, a friend thing, a romantic thing - basically where someone had been definitively in the wrong and got what was coming to them.

Unfolding right now as my ex H’s life implodes —to the point that I recognized the names of judges on the ballot— and I can’t even enjoy it because it’s impacting our minor child.

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Anonymous wrote:My XW was caught having an affair with a Hatian man in the ‘90s. She claimed is was a one time fling but I never slept with her afterwards and divorced he as soon as legally possible. She now has full blown AIDS and is in hospice care.

I think cheating on someone is completely unacceptable and absolutely grounds for divorce. However, saying someone has AIDS seems to me to go beyond karma. If you cheat on your spouse you deserve to be served divorce papers publicly in a way that humiliates you maybe. You don't deserve to die because of it.

See, this is the reason I didn't post my unsatisfying story. Cause some wanker always ruins the schadenfreude like this..

Anonymous wrote:I dated a pilot in college who was extremely good looking. Off the bat I noticed it took him longer to get ready plus the mirror checks quickly turned me off.

I dumped him and told my friends I predicted he would be divorced with a cat at some point. Nothing against cats, but he seemed to really like them.

I looked him up after having contact with a few college friends. He had married a pretty flight attendant who cheated on him. After 2 years they divorced and fought over the cat, LMAO. The judge awarded him visitation, no kidding. He is currently a bachelor living alone.

The other incident I can post was me helping a friend whose husband was cheating. Mainly just advice, but somehow her husband saw my number constantly and figured I was also making his life "miserable". He called me and I pretended to not know who he was. Told him to stop calling. Then I put his number on call forwarding to the police department, LOL. That was the end of his calls. Thankfully they got divorced!

What is the karma against the pilot for... because he was vain?

I went to a very rural high school where there was a very small population of minorities. In our senior English class a classmate asked another classmate who was also senior class president (her parents had money/dad an attorney ) how the trip to the U Maryland went (the physics class to visit the school earlier in the week). She replied there were too many *** there (using a racial slur). A few years later I found out from my brother that (who was classmates with her brother) that her dad found her mom banging the 18 year old pool boy (who happened to be a minority). *itch had it coming.

Anonymous wrote:I had one a few weeks ago. A guy in a huge jacked up truck was tailgating me the entire way down a 2-lane road. He even beeped at me to go faster once. I was doing 5 over the speed limit, which is the most I'll go over on this road because it's a known speed trap area. This is because it's a construction zone and the signs say something like "maximum $500 for speeding when lights flashing" and the police love to hide and nab drivers for that extra $$.

We finally get to the stretch of road that opens up to 4-lanes and he floors it past me. I was doing 50 (speed limit 45) and he must have gunned it to at least 65+ because he was gone in a flash. A bit down the road he sat pulled over by the VA State police, $500 poorer.

I would have honked and waved!

More than a decade ago, ex friend straight up told she thought I was settling for my now-husband. He wasn’t tall, or what she considered fun (didn’t like to go out to bars/clubs, dress trendy etc). Didn’t have any of the other qualities she “preferred” (wealthy, has a post grad degree). I was (and am) crazy about him and not even thinking I was settling, by the way.

We stopped being friends a few years ago for unrelated reasons but still have lots of mutual friends in common; we are now pushing 40. I’m married with two kids (though by DCUM standards we’re poor). My husband is a very supportive partner and an adoring, hands on dad. She’s still single and looking, still trying to find that 6’3 rich dude with no baggage (ex wife/kids) in time to have a kid. Shocker, those rich tall guys either have “baggage” or are marrying 25 year olds, not 39 year olds. Good job on not settling though!

It was the summer after I had graduated college and earned my interior design degree. I was working a paid internship at a furniture store that also offered design services—only their implementation of those services was practically nonexistent. So basically, while I very occasionally did renderings for customers, I was essentially a furniture salesperson with too much experience. But I needed the money and I could still use “interior design consultant”, which was my the title on my business cards, on my resume.

Only I was HORRIBLE. One day they took me aside and fired me. I “just didn’t have what it takes” to sell their “highly desirable” furniture. They were so smug about it. I even remember the district manager giving me a smug attitude about it in the weeks leading up to my firing.

Seems NOBODY wanted to buy that crappy furniture. About a year later, the store closed after the company went out of business. Out of curiosity, I did some FB stalking on my old coworkers via a public group for the defunct company. The district manager posted some sob story about being out of a job and looking for networking in the “furniture industry”. My manager was working in a nail salon, according to her profile. My assistant manager was there trying to solicit Mary Kay!

Hope they’re all doing as well as I am today!

Anonymous wrote:I was once at a gay club, and went into the only bathroom. When I came out of the stall, this guy glared at me and said, "You've got balls, bitch." (Presumably, for being there and using the only stall available to me.)

I whipped around and said, "You wish I did, bitch."

Everyone in the bathroom, which was quite full at the time, laughed and applauded. Even, eventually, the guy who started it. So not revenge, but probably my best one-liner.

Damn, I wish I could come up with one liners that quickly! I always think of the perfect response hours later when I’m in bed fuming.

I was a graphic artist when I was 24 and had a cool job at a larger company. Our small design group got a new boss, Jane, and I was very excited to learn from her. I asked for book recommendations, for advice, I even asked Jane to be my mentor and she said yes. Then the next day she fired me because I "didn't have enough talent to support the group." She'd been there maybe two months.

I was devastated. I did not see it coming, I'd just had a great review. But the worst was is one month after my firing there was a company layoff, which if Jane had just waited, I would've gotten more severance. At the layoff she fired two more of our staff, so suddenly half the group was gone. And not much later she hired friends to fill the open positions.

I still had friends that worked there, and heard the gossip. Jane apparently was very rude with one of her management peers and the friction caused a lot of drama. A year or so later the management peer was promoted to be Jane's boss and not long after fired her. I was not sad to hear that news.

When I was dating a boyfriend there was a woman in his circle that tried to make a move on him. I wasn’t friends with her but knew her and she knew we were together. She sent him explicit texts and pics. I found them and confronted him about it. He cut ties with her and we made up. She was upset he chose me and essentially blamed me saying that I wasn’t liked anyway.

Well a year or so later she was afflicted with something similar to Bells Palsy. It didn’t last long (a few months) but she wouldn’t leave the house since it affected her face. While I felt bad for her I also found it ironic.

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Anonymous wrote:My XW was caught having an affair with a Hatian man in the ‘90s. She claimed is was a one time fling but I never slept with her afterwards and divorced he as soon as legally possible. She now has full blown AIDS and is in hospice care.

I think cheating on someone is completely unacceptable and absolutely grounds for divorce. However, saying someone has AIDS seems to me to go beyond karma. If you cheat on your spouse you deserve to be served divorce papers publicly in a way that humiliates you maybe. You don't deserve to die because of it.

No where did pp say they deserved aids. Thankfully pp didn't sleep with her!

I was once doing more than the speed limit in the left lane, regularly passing cars. Some asshole passes me on the right going a ridiculous speed. I cursed him under my breath. His entire wheel fell off, spun up into the air, and in my rear view I could see the giant sparks where his rotor was on the ground. It was so great.