Stop Self-sabotage Book Novels & Stories

I read the author's name and book title. Alina. He must be reading it before his turn comes. "We do shit Sanchi. We all do. Nobody is born saint." He gripped the book tight. "People who say they are good, do more shit than any of us. I never said I am a good person. I had done bad things in my life. Things I am not proud of. I've been into guilt and regret." He stopped for a second and stared at the wooden door. I listened to him carefully. I never saw this side of Kabir. Dark and . . . broken.

I'd sunk into a well of self pity and despair. I hated myself, and I hated how I constantly self sabotaged. Emily was the one prize that all my efforts so far were supposed to achieve, yet, somehow, I end up messing with everything. “Stop.” She said, putting a finger on my lips. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I stared at her, eyes wide open. Suddenly, she became too self aware and took her hand down. “Did I just remind you of how dangerous I am?” I asked.

"It's about you being you. I'm attracted to you. The person. Not your gender. Not the novelty of being with a guy. You." "That's easy to say now—" "It's the truth." I grabbed my jacket. "But clearly you don't believe me. Clearly you've already decided I'm going to hurt you or disappoint you or realize I'm not actually attracted to men. So there's no point in me staying." "Don't leave like this," Eli said. "Stay. We can talk through this." "Talk through what? You've made up your mind. You're scared, so you're pushing me away before I can hurt you. Classic self-sabotage."

“And why did you cheat?” “Because I was scared. Ariana wanted more. Marriage. Kids. Future. And I was terrified I wasn’t enough. That I’d fail. That she’d leave eventually anyway.” His voice drops. “So I sabotaged it. Cheated with Vanessa. Proved I wasn’t enough. Made it a self-fulfilling prophecy.” “That’s good insight. Real insight.” “Doesn’t change what I did. Doesn’t fix the damage.” “No. But it’s a starting point for change. For understanding yourself. For building something better.”

Cody froze at my ultimatum. Then, it was like someone had flipped a switch. He burst into loud, earth-shaking sobs. He cried, "Vi, so what you two have is real! I'm the extra one here!" In that moment, half of my blazing rage was doused by his bizarre train of thought. The other half morphed into sheer absurdity. I actually felt like giving him a round of applause for his god-tier ability to self-sabotage.

Meanwhile, I had been stuck wearing the same 38-dollar shirt for three years. My hand tightened around the phone as a wave of sharp pain shot through my stomach. "I'm sick. Quitting is just my way of making sure I won't hold the company back. "You used to say Keaton was better than me after he joined the company. You always blamed me for standing in his way. Now that I've given you both the stage, shouldn't you be thrilled?" Teresa paused for a moment, then snapped, "The doctor said it's not life-threatening! Get back to the company now."

Was working with Genevieve to sabotage me at work. Everything was falling apart. Not slowly. Not carefully. Fast. Brutal. Completely. And I had no idea how to stop it.

The system had made me smash the police car to give me an alibi. Those self-sabotage acts were not meant to destroy me at all. With that clarity, I swung my arm with every ounce of strength I had and smashed my palm across Ruby’s cheek. “Stop pretending!” I spat the words the system fed me. “Who do you think you are, meddling in someone else’s marriage? If you’re so eager to help, focus on yourself first. Keep your eyes off someone else’s husband! You knew I couldn’t produce the documents, so you fanned the flames on purpose. I think you’re the one who took them!”

he clicked his seatbelt and started the car, "Can’t risk ruining my panty-dropping voice with a sore throat." A chuckle escaped my lips. "God, what a narcissist." "Tell me about someone who isn’t." He shot back with a laugh, merging back onto the highway. "Me?" "You?" He feigned shock, then shrugged. "You’re probably the one true exception." He paused. "Actually, you’re a perfect case of...self-sabotage." "You piece of—" "Hey hey! I was just joking!" he surrendered quickly, and I let it go. The ice cream was too good to stay mad.

Soberly I walked back to the car and sat in the driver’s seat. Had I lived with the angst for so long that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me? Self-sabotage had caused this. I’d become a serial tryst terminator. I’d pushed away every man who tried to date me. I saw fault lines in each of them. No one could be who I wanted them to be. Richard had shown up for me in more ways than I could count. He did everything in his power to keep me safe. To do as I asked. Even if my cravings for punishment scared him.