I hope karma skips you. And if you ever have a daughter, I pray she never meets a man who mirrors her father. I hope that when the cake cuts pink, her fate isn’t sealed like mine was. I hope she never has to feel the weight I carried— the betrayal I endured. I hope she meets a man who is kind, gentle, respectful— everything you weren’t. Because no one deserves to go through the wreckage you left behind. So yes, I hope karma spares you— for her sake, not yours. -midnight thoughts