10/12/2025
My grandson made me sleep on a yoga mat while he and his girlfriend took the big bed — but in less than 24 hours, karma gave him a lesson he’ll never forget. 😳
I’m 87 years old. I’ve lived through wars, loss, and even two strokes. But nothing — nothing — has hurt as deeply as being betrayed by the boy I once rocked to sleep.
My grandson, Tyler, came into my world on the same day his mother — my sweet Marianne — left it. His father drowned himself in whiskey, so I became everything to that child. I fed him, dressed him, took him to school, bought his first shoes. I loved him more than life itself.
But the man he became? A stranger.
He’s 32 now, still living under my roof — not because he cares for me, but because it’s convenient. “Why waste money on rent, Grandma?” he says. To outsiders, it looks like devotion. But I know the truth — he doesn’t pay a dime.
He calls himself “spiritual.” Mornings of meditation, yoga, and talk of “vibrations” and “energy.” Yet behind all that peace and positivity hides a lazy man with no job, shady friends, and endless excuses.
So when he asked, “Grandma, come with me and Willow on a trip,” I thought maybe he wanted to reconnect — that maybe my boy was coming back.
But I was wrong.
We drove to Charleston. No hotel, no vacation — just a cluttered little apartment he’d rented for cheap. Two bedrooms. His had a wide bed and a small single next to it. My heart lifted for a second. But then Tyler frowned.
“Uh, Grandma… Willow and I need our energy protected. The smell, the snoring — you understand.”
He rolled out a thin yoga mat in the hallway and smiled. “You’ll be fine, Grandma. You’re strong. Think of it as grounding your energy with the Earth.”
That night, I lay on the cold hardwood floor. My bones ached. Every sound from behind that bedroom door — their laughter, their footsteps — cut through me.
By morning, I could barely stand.
Tyler barely looked up. “Come on, Grandma. Brunch. My treat.”
But fate had other plans.
Less than an hour later, karma came knocking — hard. And by sunset, the same grandson who had made me sleep on the floor was kneeling in front of me… begging for forgiveness. 👇👇 Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
