Novel & Cerita Please Tell Mom This Is Not Her Fault

She stared at the sky for a while, then back at me. “I know it’s inappropriate to say, but in times like this, I miss Joan’s father. Maybe I failed as a mother to her; maybe if I had given her the right guidance from the start, maybe she wouldn’t have missed the turn so badly, or maybe she would have told me when all this was happening, we used to." “It’s not your fault; that’s all that matters; it’s my fault. I convinced her, and she tried talking with you about it, but"

Standing up to my mother after years of abuse is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. When I look at her or when she hurts me, a part of me feels it’s my fault, that I ruined her life. Even now, her voice is grating in my ears, reminding me of all my faults, everything I have done to cause her life to become the train wreck it is now. She’s staring at me, as if unable to process my reaction, and I burst out, “I’m not the reason my father left, Mom. I’m not the reason your life is a

DOMINIC POV “What do you mean by this is your fault?” I turn my eyes to her confused My mother walks forward trying to pull her to her side, “she means nothing, this was not her fault” she says nervously, her eyes moving around the room with anxiety. “We don’t have to talk about this here” she whispers to her but everyone can hear her. “What do you mean this was your fault?” My deep voice booms across the room again, leaving no space to lie, she said something, why would she claim the accident is her fault?

She looked at me, “That's the specialty you're choosing, right?” I nodded affirmatively, “Yes.” “Look,” her tone remained soft, “I don't know what happened with your mom, but I'm sure it was not your fault. He had no right to say that to you.” Her words were comforting, and yet a part of me did not believe them to be true. Daddy was right. It was my fault that my mom died. It was so much easier to blame his countless campaigns but it was all my fault she had died. Perhaps, if I had spoken up sooner or…

“Come on, mom. That scandal was not her fault.” “Well, I’m not blaming her. I’m blaming you. You know how prestigious this family is, and yet you decided to do something so shameful and, worst of all, you let it get out there!” She reprimanded. I let out an exasperated sigh, running my fingers through my hair as I instantly regretted even saying anything in the first place. “It was not my fault either, but that’s besides the point.” I answered, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"Mom, why are you apologizing when it's not even your fault? All that happened in the past, was never your fault nor is it anyone's fault. It's all that person who tampers with our car's fault." "What do you mean?" "Mom, it was done intentionally. That's not an ordinary accident. I'm still trying to look into it and know who exactly did that to us" "Oh my goodness! Really?" "Yes mom" "I will avenge Dad and make whoever did that to us pay with their lives " "Alice you-"

"Mom, no. Don't do that to yourself. There was nothing you could have done. The explosion happened so fast—" "But what if this is my punishment?" Her voice was getting higher, more hysterical. "What if God is punishing me for trying to... for what I did that night? What if this is payback for my suicide attempt?" My heart clenched. "Mom, listen to me. This is not your fault. This is not punishment. This is just... bad things happening to good people. That's all."

“Not on purpose," She said, standing up from her bed and joining us on mine. She grabbed my face, wiping my tears, then she continued, “Just like Camille said, you were a kid, you didn’t know any better, but don't you say it was your fault. You didn't ask those rogues to come and attack your family now did you?” Her hands still clasped my face and I shook my head, letting out a weak “no” “Exactly, so don't blame yourself. Understandably, guilt will not leave you because you saw them die, but it was not in any way, shape, or form your fault, and don't you ever forget that.” She said firmly.

I took her hands in mine, looking up at her, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes. “Mom, listen to me,” I said firmly, though my voice wavered. “You didn’t fail. You’ve always been there for us. Always. Vivian made her own decisions.” She searched my face, her eyes wet and lost. “But I was her mother. I should’ve known.” “You couldn’t have known,” I whispered, brushing away her tears with my thumb. “And none of it was your fault.” She let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly. “I just—” Her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I just want you to know how sorry I am.”

I shake my head quickly. "You were a good mum " I tell her as I wipe my cheeks quickly. I can't handle my mum feeling like this, like she did a bad job. It's wasn't her fault, she didn't mean for things to turn out this way. She didn't mean to give me the nightmares that keep me up at night so often, she didn't mean to enhance my anxiety, it's not her fault.