Blame This On The Misfortune Of Your Birth Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stroked his chin. "Aha. Misery! " "Yes. Misery is the perfect phrase " " I want to see your darling husband in misery for the rest of his life. I want him to feel the pain of losing everything just like I did! " "Is that explanation enough? " "You lost everything because of your greediness and stupidity. And just like the coward you are, you can't even accept that you're a failure and now, you're looking for the perfect pawn to shift your misfortune to? "

She was giving her a warning, but the woman she gave birth to was harder than a stone. "I'm so sick of this life. I don't give a fvck if they kill me now. You don't even remember that today is Amara's birthday," she uttered, being obstinate as she marched out of the room. Amethyst remained silent with her hands crumpled under the table. She can feel her pain even if she doesn't say it to her. "We should blame our ancestors," Amara's father said. "They were the ones who chose this life for us." He added with a small hopeless smile from his lips.

“You know what? I am the one to blame here. Suit yourself. Just get out of my room.” She inhaled deeply and held her gaze. “You see, Andrea. The most regret I have is birthing you. You have such a dark heart that I fear you will bring destruction to the world. Nina was a sweet girl who loved you with all of her heart. I did wrong, but I want to believe I was pretty naive then. And I am paying for my mistakes. But you, you are just a walking bomb. Ready to blow up anyone’s life. Suppose you know what is best for you, back off. Or else you will have no one to go back to.”

he cock a brow " I don't know what you've become. You are becoming a handful every blessed day . Don't forget that you put us into this mess and the least you could do is to find a way to repair what you made us lost but all you now care about is to talk back at your parents as if we were the cause of your own problems. " "YES YOU are" he yelled " yes you are the cause of my problems. If you hadn't given birth to that bastard child of yours,Rahama wouldn't have left me. " he growled out with so much hatred

I stared down at her wishing she would say something at least so I won't be guilty anymore. "Why do I always have to fail in all I do? Why am I always being blamed for other's people fault? Why am I so unloved? Why am I so unfortunate? Any time I try to do what is right, it ends up badly. Do you think I'm a cursed child? Could I have been the reason my parents also died and left me all alone in this world?"

I feel as gloomy as ever, it isn't any different from the rest as I am reminded of all the tragic incidents that happened after my 5th birthday which started with losing snow and I still blame myself no matter how much Amara tells me that it was never my fault. I wonder what will happen today? What tragic thing fate has in store for me. Would I finally die or I would lose the woman that I hold close to my heart? I didn't tell her that it was my birthday today. She would get excited not knowing how much I hated birthdays and then she would get disappointed when she found out that this was the unluckiest day in my life and I feared that she might be affected. I might understand why my mother c

“Is the baby…? “ The healer looked down, her voice soft but steady. “I am sorry. The fall caused you to lose the baby. “ Pain shot into my chest-partly really, partly by the lie. I immediately started crying, and I did not even need to fake it. Adrian stepped closer to me, near the bed, shaking as he reached for mine. “Lila… I'm so sorry. I should've been there.” I turned my head away, sobbing harder. “No,” I said mid tears. “It’s my fault. I wasn't careful. I thought I was stronger. It’s my fault. I am cursed. I ruin everything I touch! My careless killed my child.” He shook his head. “Don’t say that.”

I mean, it was only a matter of time for David to realise that I am nothing worth fighting for. I should stop fighting… What’s the point? The pain will always describe me. Always define me. Always come back. Always break me… I wasn’t born to have it easy. I should have known that. I was born to be alone. Born to ache, Born to hurt. Born to have nothing… I was… probably not fate's plan… I… I’m just a mistake, aren’t I? How rich of me to think I was destined for love… destined for more…

'but have you thought that all this could be your fault? 'My fault' she said eyes wide. 'How's it my fault that you foolishly allowed yourself to get pregnant for a nobody and now even that nobody is dead. Your baby virtually has no father!' she looked at her daughter in condescension. 'I am sure that t is also my fault that you got yourself so drunk that you ended up in bed with a stranger. If Hector had seen that, what remedy do you think we could have offered?'

I don't know what have I done wrong that they'd hate me so much, they won't even care if I was hurting or sick, without my strong constitution I would have died a long time ago. They blamed me for all their sufferings when I know nothing and have done nothing towards them. It's not like I asked them or forced them to give birth to me, so why am I the one getting blamed? I never asked them to commit those acts that resulted in me being formed and born, I've never asked them anything difficult or have been a spoiled brat.