Chapter 90

The anger that surged within me wasn't directed solely at him; it was a seething fury turned inwards, a reflection of my own feelings of inadequacy. In that moment, I realized the depth of my own incompetence. His words, spiteful as they were, struck a chord of painful resonance because, in a way, they rang true.

His accusations acted as a mirror, reflecting my insecurities and self-doubt. I grappled with the bitter truth that perhaps I had indeed failed in overcoming the shackles of my past, perpetuating a cycle of conflict I wished desperately to escape. The blame he laid at my feet served as a stark reminder of my perceived shortcomings, igniting a turmoil of self-recrimination and frustration within me.

In the midst of Clyde's cutting words, the swell of emotions within me reached a limit, culminating in an outburst I instantly regretted. The weight of his accusations, branding me as a burden and utterly useless, stirred a tempest of emotions. They triggered a cascade of memories,