Novel & Cerita Blame My Ex

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.”

Years had passed, yet here he was—still hurting because of me. I closed my eyes tightly and reopened them, continuing to clean and dress his wound. “Can you blame me for kicking you out that time? Should I feel guilty for it? It was such a hard decision. Can you really blame me for doubting your love for me? I was hurt, Marinel. I was hurt when you chose Calvin over me. Why? Because you forgot me? Because you didn’t remember who I was? Can you really blame me for not believing you? What did I ever do to deserve this pain?! Tell me!”

- Hello my dear, how are you? - I don’t know. I’ve been racking my brains, but I don’t know how to get us out of this mess. - Hey, be brave, it will be okay. - Sometimes, I blame you. Even though I know it’s not your fault. He made this mistake on his own. But still, I blame you. As if you’re guilty of being so beautiful and strong. - I’m not. It’s just an image I project. I didn’t sleep all night. I’m afraid you will lose your husband. I’m afraid we won’t be able to save him.

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

“Neither you would have done something so stupid like that nor this day would have come.” . “Mom...why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault, that criminal claims me as if I am some kind of object or something.”, Grace cried. “It’s not like I knew this day would come. I thought that…” . “It doesn’t matter what you thought. What matters is you have to stay away from him. No one will blame him if something goes wrong with you. They will blame you, stating the fact that you invited everything on your own.”