The madam is telling a story. 
A story of it is all others' fault.
How can I be wrong for what I have done?
I have sacrificed so much and now see how they treat me!
When I point out to her that what if it is her fault, 
she protect her ego by becoming angry.

For how many times have we kept telling ourselves stories of it is not our fault?
Somehow we feel good when telling these stories,
and I know that it is alright to not keep the burden of these stories lonely with us,
but it is definitely not alright to let them taking away our choice.
We can always take control of our choice, 
and that starts with telling ourselves a new story!
Stories that we are in fact the one who make our choice!