Saturday, September 12, 2009
So Karma has been on my mind most of the week... last weekend I was having a sour morning and the girls weren't listening while we were out shopping. While I was a plus size store, I commented about the girls not behaving and asked the sales lady with the robust belly when she was due. Opps. nope, just a robust belly. I FELT HORRIBLE! and the worst part is I know better! It just slipped and she really did look like she was 7-8 months prego. I apologized profusely and felt bad and still do! So ready for the Karma??? Tuesday I head back into work in a new shirt (from that plus size store) and the employee I talk to ask me if I was having TWINS.... aparately the rumor on the floor is I'm expecting and someone thought I was having twins..lovely. I smiled politley and stated, no I'm not pregnant, just fat. But thanks for noticing. I sooo deserved that comment!!!
I also spoke with my ex this week and him and his fiance have split up/made up a few times in the past couple of weeks. Finally, she left and is selling the house. He is miserable and depressed. Now, I know it isn't nice, but 2 years ago..that was me because he left me a single mom on my own. The ex-girlfriend also called the police yesterday to check on him b/c she thought he might hurt himself. I asked him if he was really that depressed to hurt himself and his response was, you've never been engaged, you have no idea what it is like..(which for the record, was a killer and I stopped the conversation there b/c although we weren't engaged, we were practically married and my expectation was to build a life with him..in which he pulled that rug out from underneath me. I did love him, even if he didn't love me anymore). But as I was talking to his mom yesterday, all I could think about was this was karma. I have watched him parade this girl (who was much, much thinner than I have ever been) to my kids' events, he has painted a glorious picture of the perfect family with her, let me know that she would have the last name of my girls, and would be a fantastic mother. It killed me everytime I saw this girl pick up my baby or have her paint their toes, do their hair, or anything of the sort. So, as evil as it is, I have no sympathy for him because this is just what it is: KARMA!