Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

"I checked my email just before I left the motel I was staying at. I lost my job because I didn't turn in for 5 days. I lost you because you didn't want to believe me and that's okay. Truly it's okay-" "It's not fucking okay!" "I don't blame you. I want you to know that I don't blame you at all" "No, I blame me and you should too! You should scream at me, shout at me, throw shit at me. Do something, Isabella. I hurt you and I'm the one who needs to make it better. Let me try"

I never wanted us to reach this confrontation part because I knew I would end up saying things I didn't want to, but I had bottled up my feelings for so long it was hard not to put them all out there for her to hear them. “You still left me”, I could feel my voice threatening to break but refused to show it. “Okay yes, I wasn't exactly thrilled about having another baby so soon, but there wasn't much I could do about it since you showed me where your priorities lie, I accepted and made peace with it and was willing to be there for you, yet you still left me”, I paused to take a deep breath. “You know, these past months, I've been blaming myself for what happened to you and the baby's death,

I took in a deep breath, a tear rolling down my cheek. Sagar just sat there looking down with pain, just listening to my words. "You know Sagar, I blame them, I blame all of them for what happened to her, for what happened to me but more than them I blame myself" I looked into his eyes with wetness leaking out from my waterline.

I never thought I had such a soft voice, not even with my ex. “I’m okay. How much was yesterday’s transport f*e and today’s? I’ll pay you,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “What did I do wrong? Can’t you at least tell me?” I scoffed. “Don’t tell me you want to shift the blame to me?” I pointed at myself in disbelief. “Wow!” I saw him flinch silently. “No… what blame?” I tried hard to hide my smile. I said that on purpose, just to make him talk.

“So, how’s chasing your ex-wife going so far?” I shot him an angry look, already knowing he was about to tease me, but I was too tired to argue. And honestly, I needed someone to talk to. “It keeps getting worse day by day,” I said. “I can only blame myself for everything I did to her in the past.” Baron chuckled. “If you’re going to take my advice, I’d say forget about her and focus on Layla. She’s a nice girl too, you know—round, plump ass and full breasts.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them. I felt responsible for this. She’d clearly been on her way home after hooking up with me. I should have been there with her. It should have been me taking her home. Driving her home safely. This was all my fucking fault. It was all my motherfucking fault… I blamed myself. I fucking blamed myself. I would never be able to forgive myself for this. I would never forgive myself for not being there for the woman I exposed myself to, trusted with my damn life.

Not for my situation, despite what everybody said, I didn't blame him for that. But I blamed him for our situation, I blamed him for feeling alone so many times, I blamed him for not being able to trust him, I blamed him for not being able to feel his touch without me remembering everything, I blamed him for having that whole fight tarnish the memory of the first time he told me he loved me. How can we get through all this? " Here we are," my mother smiled at me as she opened the apartment door, "it's great to be home, isn't it?

And now that I knew it was because he was already planning on having a child with her… "You want to sit here and blame me for the loss of our child, but YOU are just as much to blame as I am…" Adrian's voice was low and full of anger and hurt. "Paint me like a bad guy if it makes you feel any better, but at least acknowledge your own shortcomings, too." Hearing him blame me for my miscarriage made it feel like my heart was breaking all over again. It was like someone with an iron fist had gripped it so hard it simply disintegrated.

He doesn’t say anything, he clearly blames himself. I move and sit next to him. “It is not your fault. It isn’t my fault. There is only one person to blame. He wanted to break us, and right now, he is succeeding.” I think back to how all this was caused by Max. If he was watching, he would be rubbing his hands together in glee, thinking he has succeeded.

And the blame fell on me. If only I hadn't left her, she would still be mine. I am the one responsible for this, and yet... "But I couldn't help but blame you," I confessed. "It feels as though you have taken everything away from me. My mother's affection. And the heart of the one I love. I have become utterly miserable, Nox."