They blame me in My life

They all blame me. They made numerous mistakes and yet I’m here to take the burden of cleaning up the messes. I’m not the fraudulent one. Honestly I just can’t see how they could have just bold-facedly lied on papers. It’s always a terrible idea, here in the America. They are backward-looking and stupidly stubborn. And yet back then, they read my Prosebox diaries, told me I was too stupid to study math. Always made me feel like an incompetent just so they could feel good and important about themselves.

They raised me, yes. That’s why I will always be nice to them and provide for them as I can. I cannot rely on them and I have to be wary of their influence on my decisions, though.

I feel like I have to be extra nice to my husband because he is the only one to have ever loved me just for me. The only one to have ever cared for my wants and desires. He’s not perfect (but very close to being so), but I will have to be patient and giving.

My goals of change right now include trying my best to please my husband.