You Don T Judge Me Cause I Got Issues นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

“I didn’t.” The ease of it unsettled me slightly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed this much during a conversation without constantly measuring my words. Kevin nudged my shoulder lightly with his as we crossed the street. “You know what your problem is?” “I’m sure this will be enlightening.” “You judge everything too fast.” “I don’t judge too fast. I judge accurately.” “Mm.” He nodded thoughtfully. “That sounds exactly like something a difficult person would say.” “I’m not difficult.”

The words hit hard. Sharp. Unexpected. But I didn’t flinch. “Because I challenge you?” “No.” His gaze dropped briefly to where his hand still held my wrist. “Because I don’t react to liabilities the way I react to you.” My breath caught. “That’s not my problem,” I said, even though my voice softened without my permission. “It becomes your problem when it affects your judgment.” “And yours?” That question landed exactly where I intended it to. Because this time… He didn’t answer immediately.

And why do I have this feeling that I wanted to tell him everything? I roll my eyes and look at the dark sea. "You think you'll get me when I tell you this fucking feelings?" Those words roll out of my lips so bitterly. "Why? Do you think you are the only one in this world who have Daddy issues?" His mocking smirk is still playing in his lips. I frown at him. "Call me judgemental but I don't think you are someone who's having hard time in your life." I bet he have everything he wanted in his life.

“And you don’t know me like you think you do.” That landed.nI could tell. His gaze sharpened slightly. “You’re too quick to trust people.” “And you’re too quick to judge.” “I’m not judging,” he said. “I’m just warning you.” “And I’m telling you I don’t need it.” “I don’t understand you,” he said finally. I let out a small breath. "Good," I replied. “You’re not supposed to.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “And you don’t understand me either.”

“Lycian. Do you love him? Not the penthouse. Not the pack. Him.” “Yes. Completely.” “And he loves you?” “He says he’d give up everything for me.” “Then nothing else matters.” She set down her mug. Reached for my hand. “People will always judge. Always find reasons you’re not enough. Too poor. Too human. Too different. But their opinions don’t define your worth.” “What if the whole pack thinks I’m not good enough?”