It’s always my fault.
At least that’s what I had been taught.
And what I always thought.
In every situation that didn’t go well I turned the focus back to me and attempted to figure out what I had done wrong this time and how to work on myself to be better.
To fix whatever was wrong with me.
To tone down what was too much and build up what wasn’t enough.
Never once thinking of the part the other person played, just me and my reactions because only I am in my control.
Only thinking of me.
How selfish of me to be the only one to take the blame.
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Author:
Meagan Adelle (
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- Category: Reflection
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Brilliant! I loved the twist at the end turning self deprecation into selfishness, psychologically brilliant using one's own defense and weapon against one. A poetic Judo move. Nicely written and deserving of a fave
Thank you! The last line is something I’ve told myself lately to remember that I’m not always to blame. 😊
You are most welcome
Very nicely crafted write, a life time of being told and made to feel its all their fault, with a wonderful twist at the end, nicely expressed and written
Thank you! 😊
You are very welcome
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