You Don T Judge Me Cause I Got Issues Novels & Stories

“All that stuff about your mom, all those random guys… no one sticking around.” My throat tightened. “Kind of explains why you’re so messed up,” he continued lightly. “No dad, no stability… no wonder you don’t feel anything.” There it was. The word didn’t even need to be said. Daddy issues. My face burned, heat rushing up my neck so fast it made me dizzy. I crouched down to grab my books, but my hands were shaking so badly I fumbled them, my fingers refusing to cooperate. I could feel everyone watching. Not just looking, but judging. Recording. Turning me into something to laugh at.

“You’re one of the people who misunderstood me.” That earned me a quiet chuckle from him. The sound surprised me more than the smile. “Anyway,” I continued, waving my hand like I could dismiss my entire messy past with a single gesture. “I did some wrong things, but it’s all in the past.” Jude’s eyes hardened just a fraction. “People don’t forget that easily.” “Well, they should,” I muttered. “I’m tired of being judged by versions of me that don’t even exist anymore.” Silence settled between us for a moment.

"There is no way you wouldn't have issues with me when you keep on acting like a tool. How else do you expect me to deal with this circumstance when you have been nothing but rude to the people who care about you? Huh?!" "Now this is borderline disturbing and I regret ever telling you whatever I did, that gave you the audacity to judge me for not taking the route that you expected me to. You should be proud of me that I'm not jumping into the hands of a new man simply because he seems nice. Niceness is not going to cut it."

" Don't do what ?" " Don't let it bother you so much " said Jacob tugging me back to him " You are not someone who would let people ruin something for her just because she is scared of what people might think " he sighed running a hand through his dark hair and ruffled it " Why are you letting their judgmental glares bother you ? This is not who you are " I'm not but if someone were to force me to stand beside a Greek god without the slightest bit of imperfection , it will surely start to bother me .

Not about him. About whether his family would ever truly accept her. She didn't know it then, but that small crack would eventually grow into something much larger. when everything fell apart, she would remember that afternoon. The polite smiles. The hidden judgment. And the feeling that trouble had already begun.

Yeah, I met you today, and I know a pure and kind soul when I see one, I dint judge people based on the society and what everyone knows about them, I give people a chance, I see beyond the layers, that’s what matters what is inside. ‘‘Okay, okay, it’s all right, I am sorry, really, really sorry, I am not so used to friendships and people being there for me, that’s all, I think I am opening up too much and that is stupid,’’ I laughed stupidly. To cover the awkward moment that was now they’re between us, the awkward moment that had been created by me and my self-esteem, trust issues. ‘‘No, its okay, no need to apologize, why would you apologize for being you, you are okay, awesome really, real

“I don't want this.” “You haven't even given this a chance. You haven't given me a chance.” “I don't need to Judge. I won't be one of your bought girls. if that's what you want i’m sure there are plenty who would take you up on it. but I am not the one for you.”

I had my struggles and challenges, even if they didn't involve financial struggles. “What's my problem?” I retorted, frustrated. “Maybe my problem is being treated like I don't understand anything. Maybe my problem is feeling like I'll never live up to the expectations everyone has for me. And maybe, just maybe my problem is constantly defending myself against judgements from people like you” Gustavo's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sudden surge of emotion in my tone. He took a step back realizing that his anger had fueled my own. “I…I didn't mean to offend you” he stammered, his voice softer now.

“So who the hell are you to judge me? You don’t know what I’ve been through! You’re listening to some guy who doesn’t even know the real me, twisting everything into whatever he wants it to be, and you just swallow it! You don’t even ask me. You don’t care. You just—” I cut myself off, gasping for breath. I couldn’t keep going like this. But the anger wouldn’t leave. The hurt was too raw. “I don’t owe you anything,” I spat, my voice breaking with every word. “I don’t owe you sex. I don’t owe you anything. And you know what? Maybe I fucked up, but I’m trying to figure out how to live with it. And if you’re just going to judge me without even listening; then fuck you.”

"No jack, of course not! I'm not judging you, I promise. I'm happy that you've finally opened up to me about everything and I'm thankful for that vulnerable moment that we shared. I just don't want to ruin it by saying any of the wrong things since I don't really know much about your disorders. But I promise you that I'm not judging you. I love you. " I say, trying to sound as confident as possible as I bring myself to my feet.