My Nephew Crashed My Car—Then Karma Stepped In

For most of my life, I’ve been the overlooked one in my family — the single aunt, the quiet one. But on my 40th birthday, everything changed. I threw myself a party, hoping for something different. And it was — until I heard tires screeching outside. My brand-new SUV had been crashed into a neighbor’s mailbox. And climbing out of the driver’s seat? My teenage nephew, Nick.
When I confronted him, he denied everything. So did the rest of my family. “Nick’s been here the whole time,” they insisted. “You must be confused.” They gaslit me — at my own birthday party.The next day, they came back panicked. A neighbor had footage of the crash. But instead of owning up, they asked me to take the blame. “Think of Nick’s future,” my mother said. So I smiled and said, “Of course.” Then I told the police the truth.
Nick stole my car and crashed it. No license. No remorse. My family was furious. But I didn’t care. For once, I chose myself. Sometimes karma isn’t loud — it’s a teenager crashing your car while eating your cake. And when it shows up? I hand it a fork.