My mom left me something to build my future. By the time I reached for it, someone else had already cashed in — and karma was just getting started.My name is Ryan. I’m 19, and I don’t even know how to start this without my hands shaking. What happened to me feels like something out of a twisted movie, the kind where karma shows up swinging.
I’ve posted nothing personal online before, but I’m angry and just… tired. So, if you’re reading this, thanks for being here.My life used to be good. It wasn’t perfect, but I had a mom who loved me more than anything. Her name was Melissa. She made homemade mac and cheese on Fridays, hated rainy days, and always kissed my forehead before bed, even when I acted “too cool” for it. She was my everything.
