Blame This On The Misfortune Of Your Birth Novels & Stories

“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.”

'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.

The dam had broken, and the flood was unstoppable. "You stand here and fucking call yourself a mother? Let's say I forget about that—let's pretend it never happened…You gave birth to Tina and forgot I even existed. As if that's not enough, you blame me every single time she falls sick, like I'm the reason she has heart disease! Like it's my fault!"

Mate less, disgusting, and unworthy of love. Why am I born this way? Why am I tormented just for living the life that is given to me? Why did they save me?!

I sobbed badly. “My dear… nothing good will come from blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. You fell in love and fought for your love like any normal girl would do.” “How is it not my fault? I can't sleep thinking about the same scene repeatedly. I'm almost losing it, dad what should I do?” My dad cried and dragged me into his chest. “My dear, Fancy, you should never blame yourself for what happened because it was never your fault. What took place was just misfortune. It is not a crime to love. But it's a crime for those we love to mistreat us. You did nothing wrong. Do you understand me?”

"How dare you cause trouble by going to the hospital! I'll break your leg! It's bad enough that you gave birth to a freak, and now you want to create a spectacle for everyone to see? You bring bad luck, you brought misfortune upon your own parents, and now you've killed your child. Who do you think is responsible?" Her slap twisted my face, and her spittle sprayed all over me. Her breath, reeking due to lack of dental hygiene, made me feel nauseous. I stared at her coldly. "Say that again." "What if I do? Wasn't it because of you that your parents had an accident? Well, let me tell you the truth. Before you married Max, I consulted a fortune teller. You're a jinx, your fate clashes with your

My suffering started from my birth. My birth had been inauspicious. I'd been thirty-two weeks in the belly when my mother went into labour on a Friday, the thirteen day of the month. On the day I was born, a storm started from nowhere and ravaged the pack, uprooting trees and destroying houses and businesses. Of course, that day was marked as a cursed day, a day of ill omen for the pack.

same day not because we wanted to. It was only a coincidence and nothing more. That's what I told myself everytime I'm forced to want to put the blame on her when I get bullied or when Gennora makes me work to death on my birthday. Now I regret not hating her. Just a few words from her lips as the disgusted look she's sending my way and I already knew she wasn't worth all of the energy I put into not blaming her for my misery. I regret not cussing at her all of the times I went through all that. Why couldn't she have been born just a couple of days later? Why couldn't she have been born the day after or even the day before? Why did her own birth have to mess my own life? It was obvious that

she said. "If you hadn't been born, then my other brothers and sisters would still be alive and doing well today." Your actions are the reason why your parents are no longer with us. You are to blame. "You were the one who was ultimately responsible for the death of every one of them." You are considered to be a jinx, according to an old proverb. "Unfortunately, you have to go through these times," the speaker said. "Slit your own throat," the man said. "It doesn't matter what you're doing or where you are; you always manage to make things more difficult."