We're not gonna take it anymore...

So I'm at the very end of my rope with my landlord. Nothing's been fixed in the year I've been there, and my patience is at its limit. Well, I take that back. When the floor wall in the laundry closet soaked through and grew black mold from a leaking washing machine hookup because I don't have a washing machine to have used it, he eventually (after 2 months complaining about the moldy smell and telling him that if he didn't fix it I was going to report him) tore that out and put in sheet rock and plywood. But he didn't put flooring back down over the plywood, so I've spent 10 months walking on what's basically subfloor. The windows that were broken when I moved in a year ago still haven't been fixed. I ended up fixing the toilet myself, because as I was moving in I discovered that the chain was missing, so the handle and the flapper were connected with--wait for it--a piece of PANTYHOSE. So we're looking for a place, but everyone wants references. How am I going to use the slumlord as a reference? Grrr...

Everything I give you all comes back to me

So we've been trying for a baby for about 3 months now. It hurts, you know? I mean, I want a child more than anything else in the world. His sister has this friend, we'll call her Destroyer (because she's tearing his family apart from the inside now that she's moved in with his sister). She has two kids, whom she has moved into SIL's house. She moved in while she was separated from her husband and had nowhere to go. So Destroyer's husband, let's call him Doofus, has now moved in with SIL too. And now Destroyer is expecting number 3. So with SIL, her husband and kids, Destroyer's family, and the guy that rents a room from them, there are 10 people living in a 3 bedroom trailer. And SIL feels too sorry for the kids to turn them out. But D&D aren't trying to find work--they're just living off SIL.
I tell you this to tell you that SIL, Destroyer, and I have talked about my difficulty conceiving, but only because Destroyer has no sense of boundaries and no clue what's inappropriate to ask. And guess what? Now Destroyer is insistent that I should handknit something for her baby (because I knitted something for a good friend's child). And she says "And it had better be pretty!" But the way she initially decided I was knitting her something put me in a position where I couldn't say no. So I'm doing it.
What I'm wondering is, is there a karmic payback for this? Maybe by knitting for her, I'm earning something for myself. I'd like to think so.