My husband and I traveled across the country to visit my sister, Sasha, in Asheville. She was thrilled — she’d even converted her home office into a guest room just for us. That first night felt magical, filled with laughter and wine, and Kurt seemed to get along great with Sasha. But by the next morning, something had shifted.
Sasha’s cheerful demeanor was gone. She was distant, cold, and oddly evasive whenever Kurt was around. He brushed it off as her being “not a morning person,” but I could tell something was wrong. Over the next day, it became clear — Sasha was avoiding him entirely. Every time he entered a room, she’d make an excuse to leave.
Then came the late-night text: “Can we talk? It’s urgent.”
I met Sasha in her bedroom, where she asked us to leave. She couldn’t take it anymore. Kurt had been hogging her only bathroom for hours at a time — even in emergencies — locking himself inside with no explanation. I tried to reason with her, assuming he had stomach issues. But what she said next hit me hard…
Later, I confronted Kurt, and what he admitted crushed me. He wasn’t sick — he was using the bathroom as a private hideout to flirt on a dating app with someone named “Mickie.” I found messages. Plans to meet. A hotel room number. He was cheating — emotionally, at the very least — under my sister’s roof.
He begged for forgiveness. Claimed he never met her. But the damage was done. Sasha and I kicked him out. And just when I thought it couldn’t get more ridiculous, he called me the next day in a panic — “Mickie” had been a scammer. He was robbed blind in that hotel room.
And me? I laughed. Because sometimes karma moves faster than you expect.