The disrespect, the childish behavior, the disregard for my feelings… it was all too much. I needed more than that. A few days later, the situation took a turn.
Ben had been promised a new job. Head of Pediatrics at a well-known hospital, thanks to my father’s best friend, who was the chief of the hospital. But soon after I ended our engagement, I found out that he had lost his position.
Turns out, a malpractice lawsuit had come down on Ben from a patient’s parents. With that, his entire reputation came crumbling down around him. I hadn’t asked for any of this to happen, of course.
But karma has her way of showing up when you least expect it. A week after the breakup, Ben and his family showed up at my door, yelling at me for being “vindictive.” They accused me of sabotaging his career. “I didn’t do anything,” I said simply.
When they wouldn’t leave, I called the police, who kindly escorted them off my property. As I watched them go, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. Relief.
The weight of the relationship, the hurt, the disrespect. It was all gone. What would you have done?
Source: amomma
