Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

Greg looked at me with tearful eyes, the weight of guilt pressing on him. “My ex inherited her mother's madness, just as Elajah is heading down that path...The difference is that Forbes is more honorable and distances himself to avoid harming anyone.” I sighed, ordering another shot. “The blame for all this is mine, my friend. I didn't see her losing her mind; I wasn't there when they needed me the most.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, squeezing firmly. “The deaths of Gabriel and Victor are my fault and no one else's. This is the burden I'll carry with me for the rest of my life!” I kept my tone firm, despite the sadness eating away at me inside.

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."

He called, his gaze fixated on the road. "What?" I slurred not in the least way sober. "Will you ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice breaking like he was forcing back tears. The question had been on my mind too, the answer seemed vague. "Do I blame you for my misery?" I asked, rhetorically. "Yes! You and that asshole rich and famous OCD'd dummy. I blame you both." I said. The car suddenly went quiet, each lost in their thoughts. I blame Ontario for making me lose my job, Jake too.

“I should’ve listened to you, Ram. I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled over before I could stop them, and he stepped forward, his thumb brushing them away. “Hey,” he murmured. “None of this is your fault. Shit happens. You just had a psycho ex. Stop blaming yourself.” I tried to smile, but my chest still felt tight. “What happened?” He seemed to understand what I meant.

I am dreaming and I am going to hate it when I wake up and you already left me, I can't hope for you to still love me, it will be selfish of me, I can't ta**" "Oh Katherine, shut the fuck up, you are not dreaming, why will I leave you over something that is not your fault? Do you think that little of me woman? I hate to admit but you guys were in a relationship and you loved him and must have thought he did too, what if it had been me? With my past relationship? Will you leave me just because a crazy ex brings a video of us? Baby, you forgave me for cheating on you and here you think I am going to leave you because of something that happened in the past, it's not your fault so better stop bl

I wouldn't blame Gabriel too, because it is all still for benefits. He warned me afterall, but I choosed to follow his words. Who then was I to blame? Carter? For making me obsessed with him? Or Judah.., for making us want more? It should it just be Anya and Derrick? The couple's who seems not to want to be seperated..? Just who? My heart was no longer mine, as I was scared to earth. Majorly, the blame was all on me. I choosed to be obsessed, choosed to want more and even to separate mate's that did nothing to me…

“Don’t blame Cheryl. Don’t go down that path.” “I’m not blaming her,” I said hoarsely. “I’m blaming myself. Again. And again. And again. I keep messing things up. I hate myself for it. But she should’ve told me. She should have given me a chance to be there. Things didn’t have to turn out this way.”