What comes around, goes around. Otherwise known to most as karma. We’ve all had our moments of wishing our next job in life was to drive the karma bus, at least, I know I sure have.
My maternal grandmother was fond of saying, “Every dog has his day”, and then reminding us that we may not be around to see it. As a kid, I understood what that meant, and had already endured enough pain to realize that I didn’t like the idea of having to wait for someone to get their comeuppance.
Justice was as slow as a sloth, or non existent, I realized that already. As an adult, I learned this lesson even faster, after seeing the so called justice system at work.
Now, I won’t say I have never seen someone get “theirs”, I have. But more often than not, it feels as if good people are paying for karma they haven’t invited, yet.
Recently, my husband and I allowed his mother and step-father, along with one of his sisters, to move in with us. They were in a bad situation, of their own making I might add, and needed a place to stay. Neither of us thought it was a fantastic idea, but we both have a difficult time allowing others to suffer. It was a horrible idea to be quite honest, and them being here caused more problems than it was worth. They left in March, owing us money and leaving us in a bad situation of our own.
Right after I broke my back and my husband was laid off.
After they left, we allowed my oldest son and his girlfriend to move in. The purpose from the start was for them to help out with expenses, and give them a place to stay for 6 months. They had determined they would need that much time in order to get their shit together and be able to get a place of their own.
I’ve written about my oldest son before. He has issues, subscriptions honestly. But things have been going well between us and in his own life for the past 6 months or so, and I was under the mistaken impression that he was on the road to maturity.
Mistaken impressions, the story of my life.
I know my son, I raised him. I know that in order for things to go as smoothly as possible, I have to tell him exactly what I expect. I am not running a B&B, this is my home, and I expect things a certain way. I’m not OCD or anything, I’m not even that picky about stuff.
I just expect my house to remain clean. If you make a mess, clean it up. If you have trash, throw it out. Don’t eat in your room and leave food lying around. That’s how you get bugs. Simple things that keep a house running properly.
They were here for one month. And the room they were staying in was pristine when they moved in. Not at all when they moved out.
So here we are again, holding the financial bag, but beyond that, my son has decided I’m a bitch, again.
They decided to move to Maryland with his girlfriend’s family. He swears up and down this is the best thing for them, they will both have guaranteed jobs, housing, etc. Fantastic! Honestly. I have always wanted nothing but the best for my children. However, the need to fuck me over in the process was not part of the plan.
In the end, I am trying to be thankful for the lesson, once again. It’s sad that your own flesh and blood would be the one to continually teach you that you can’t trust people. But that’s the way it is and I have to accept that.
I’m thankful because as of yesterday, my husband was finally able to obtain gainful employment after being out of work for 2 1/2 months. Interestingly, it is with his step-father. After they left our house, his boss decided to do something else with his life, and my step-father-in-law took over the business. Apparently, them being out on their own without a net (us), forced him to reexamine his life and do something to ensure they would have better income than before.
So I guess our allowing them to live here came back to us, in the form of good karma. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this job works out and that things are on an upswing for us, finally.