Am I Cursed? Or is it Just Thursday?

I spoke to a psychic the other day. She told me a lot of things — some I didn’t want to hear, and some I hoped weren’t true.

But so far, every single one of them has happened.

She said he’d disappoint me again.
He did.
She said he’d post something to get under my skin.
He did.
She said he’d go on a trip just to hurt me.
Guess where he is? Partying in the Hamptons.
And she said I’d find something out — something that would leave me shattered.

I did.
He gave me herpes. While I’m pregnant.

So tell me — what else am I supposed to think?

Because today alone, here’s what happened:

• I got a ticket.

• Then my purse was stolen, along with $1,000 in cash.

• Then… another ticket.

• The building next to where I parked caught fire.

• He’s posting his ex-girlfriend on social media, just to stab at my dignity.

• Airbnb removed my account — no warning, no reason.

• A car almost backed into mine.

• Then, another one nearly hit me while I was walking — literally backed into my body.

• And to top it all off, my roommate gave notice. She’s moving out. Today.

It feels personal. Like the universe is bored and I’m the chosen target of the week.
But when things keep going wrong in a way that feels strategic, surgical, and sadistic — I start to ask:
Am I cursed?

Did I ignore a red flag too many? Did I try too hard to love someone who only came to destroy? Did I ask for something good and this is the punishment for wanting too much?

Because I’m bleeding — emotionally, financially, physically — and somehow still expected to carry on.

Maybe this is just the part where it all falls apart before it comes together.
Maybe this is my rock bottom.
Or maybe this is just the price of loving the wrong person too long.

I have faith that if things can magically all go so wrong, that they can also magically come together. For this to be happening the reverse is also true. Miracles can happen.