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

“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.”

“I have no doubts with your decisions, mama.” “I got so mad because I know the people will judge you, my children. All because of a mistake. A simple mistake could lead to another misunderstanding. People judge by what they see and believe in. You understand my point, right?” I nodded. “Yes, mama. I completely understand.”

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.”

Not that I wasn’t being judged, but I feel like I will never be worthy of anything. “You are not even qualified to breathe out my last name,” he boomed. “Lexi, come and take this trash out of my office,” he said over the intercom. Did he just call me trash? I burst into tears in front of him. I cursed ever being 18; perhaps if I had been older, I would not have cried in response to such insults. How can he call me garbage when he has never met me? He knows nothing about me, and yet he fucking judges me. As Lexi entered his office, the last thing I heard from Mr. Lombardi was,

That word seemed to be a trigger for the emotions I was trying to calm down. I poked his chest. "I've been there!" I shouted; tears were already streaming down my face. "How people judge me, how they repeatedly defame my name despite what I do, how they always talked ill against me, I've experienced it all! And bullsh*! That's not just a problem, Agustine!"

“You are just saying it. When it happens, you will feel bad about it and maybe recent me a bit.” “I know what you are thinking, but don’t think it that way. We are going to work out the problem together.”

"Good morning, sir. I know you said I should always use the phone. I came in because I heard the noise. I thought to check on you." "Oh, I'm fine. Just a little problem," I said in a low voice. "I really hope I'm not overstepping, sir, but problems and hurdles are part of life. They help us grow, learn, unlearn, and relearn. The world wouldn't be fun without them, and I hope you always have the strength to deal with your problems and find peace.". "Thank you so much, Judith," I replied, appreciating her comforting speech, but I doubt it will really make any difference to how I feel.

Letting out a sigh, I couldn't help but rant, voicing my frustrations aloud. "I don't know what I do wrong. People always judge me based on my appearance," I began, my words trailing off as I tried to express my feelings. "Because I'm fa-" "No," his deep voice cut in bluntly, rejecting the statement I hadn't even finished. "Dude, look at me," I said, raising my arms in a futile attempt to prove my point. His eyes slowly traveled down my body, and I felt my cheeks flush. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, and I quickly turned away, trying to compose myself.