My Cousin Posts about Her ‘Success’ While Owing Me $5,000 – I Wanted to Teach Her a Lesson, But Karma Did It Better

When my cousin Debra crashed our rental car, I ended up with a $5,000 bill. Despite months of pleading, she never repaid me. Just when I gave up, I saw her boasting on social media, revealing she owed others too. Karma finally caught up with her!

During a West Coast holiday, Debra’s reckless driving wrecked our rental car. The damage charge was under my name, so I was left with the bill. Debra, an accountant, shrugged it off, suggesting, “We’re family, we should all pitch in.” No one did, and I was stuck paying.

For eight months, Debra dodged my calls with excuses. Meanwhile, I cut back on expenses and my work suffered. One day, I saw Debra flaunting an expensive necklace online. Others commented about the money she owed them too.

The backlash escalated, and Debra called me in a panic. “My creditors sent a lawyer!” she cried. I told her, “Sell your stuff and pay your debts.” She eventually sold her car and paid me back, realizing the importance of responsibility. This ordeal taught me to stand my ground and demand accountability.

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