Blame seems to be our natural reaction when shit goes wrong. It’s his fault, it’s her fault. Ouch! I've banged my toe - it’s that fucking table legs fault. The truth is that people (and inanimate objects like the table leg) are going to do fucked up shit and we have to deal with it.
I learnt this this the hard way after a very painful and emotionally draining break up some time ago. After what seemed like the ‘perfect relationship’ suddenly deteriorated and vanished in to thin air like a fart in the wind, I was left dumbfounded and genuinely hurt like I’d been kicked in the balls – repeatedly.
For a good few months I was unable to focus on anything meaningful, full of blame and disbelief