My dad was a professional in blame game. When anything goes wrong, he blames it straight on others.
Like the time he slipped and fell down walking in our field, It was because my grandma didn’t put proper drainage, which resulted water stagnation that made the algae flourish and which in turn made the path slippery… It was not he who wasn’t watching where he was going who should be blamed.
One time his bike skidded on an oil slick 5 km away from our home. My grandma was blamed again, because, she asked my dad to go to town and buy fertilizer for the paddy.
He blamed grandma for his choice of wife, for his failed marriage.. everything.

I am convinced that I am his daughter. and my kids are his grandchildren. Now a days when I am upset, I tend to blame my mother.
Like the time I went for the interview and didn’t get it, I was really mad at my mom, for not helping with the childminding which resulted in me giving up my career. Honestly I know she has done her job.. she raised her kids all alone and she really needs a break.. But someone had to take the blame..
My kids… they are learning too..Yesterday a glass was broken at home, it was because mama left it on the dining table. Not at all because, children aren’t suppose to walk on the dining table.
Pants were dirty, cause mama didn’t warn the wearer that, mud can stain..it goes on…
Life is indeed a circle.. what goes around comes around..Only thing is now I am at the receiving end