Blame Yourself Or God Novels & Stories

Dad and I echo her, gratitude thick in our voices. But even as relief washes through me, a shard of ice lodges in my heart. I remember that day with brutal clarity, remember the role I played in our destruction. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my head dropping under the weight of my shame. "It's not your fault, honey." Mom tips my chin up, forcing me to meet her eyes. "But it is." Self-loathing curdles in my gut as I recall my choices, my blindness. "No, it's not," Caleb says fiercely. "The only one to blame is that bastard, not you."

I was using all the patience I had in this lifetime to talk to her when all I wanted to do was bury myself in her depths and let the melody of her moans fill our room. Rian was desperate in my head, screaming at me to bite her and refresh my claim on her. She looked confused. “I don’t know. Maybe because God wanted to give us an option to choose our own fate?” she said with a slight frown. “Um-hm. Well said. But what do we do when tough times come our way? We blame God. Why? Because we want someone to take responsibility for the wrong choices that we made because we are in a habit of denial and we don’t want to take responsibility for our actions.”

“What if he starts to suspect that this is all just an act? Won’t we get punished for this?” I asked. “He won’t find out. Just keep telling him that it hurts and that you’re so sorry. The trick for him not to blame you for anything is for you to overly blame yourself. It’s simple, really. If you blame yourself enough, he won’t blame you and will start defending you. Try it and you’ll see for yourself just how simple men can be…” she said with absolute confidence.

He mumbled, "God, thank you for introducing me to him. I know You are always watching over me and are near me. I know You always give the best destiny. Whether it's for me, or for other people. "Even though I think, a lot of people blame their destiny. In fact, they blame you. It's sad to see people like that. They think you're unfair. They blame you for everything. how to kill themselves. I don't understand their way of thinking. Simply put, they do all those things. Yeah, things you don't like at all.

“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.”

“You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything that happens. You’re a man, just one man, you’re not a god.” I almost laughed, but it came out jagged. “Feels like I’m supposed to be. Feels like if I take my eyes off one corner of my life for a second, everything there collapses.” “Your mom’s condition… it’s not your fault. Elias stealing from you? That’s not your fault either.” Her thumb brushed against my cheek, grounding me even though I wanted to pull away. “You’re fighting. Even if it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.”

"I stole what's yours? Wasn't it you who took what was mine? If I'd been healthy when I was 13, I could've tried out for the athlete selection process. "If I'd made it through college without everything falling apart, I'd be doing what I love—working as a designer, living my dreams. But you took all of that. You stole every advantage I had, and now you've got nothing to show for it. Do you know what that proves? You're a total failure!" Even though Shirley struggled in school and had a heart defect, her family's privilege still gave her an advantage. Meanwhile, even though my family held me back, I was a top student and perfectly healthy.

His touch was a balm to my troubled soul, offering a fleeting moment of solace in the storm of my guilt. I looked up straight at him and said, “How can you say that it wasn't my fault?” My voice quivered with the weight of my self-blame, a burden too heavy to bear alone. “It is my fault!!” The words spilled out with a raw intensity, revealing the deep-seated self-condemnation that had been gnawing at my core.

Christian, usually lively, had a hint of unease in his eyes. "How did Mommy teach you?" Alessia gently asked while stroking Christian's head. Christian and Eleanor had always been close. If Elle was lost, Christian certainly didn't do it intentionally. And it was evident that Christian was already blaming himself. If she scolded him again, it would only make him feel worse. Moreover, this wouldn't help in finding Elle at all. Christian sniffled, tightened his small fists, and looked up with determination, "When faced with difficulties and unforeseen circumstances, bravely confront them. Self-blame won't solve any problems."

Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.