Recently, it has come to my attention that I can sometimes appear “a bit difficult.” To put it bluntly, some people perceive me as unapproachable. While I accept that this might be a fair assessment, I want to extend my apologies to anyone I’ve unintentionally offended while genuinely trying to be kind.
I apologize for my tardiness — once again — which you might interpret as a lack of respect. However, just before leaving, I had to change my 8-year-old stepdaughter’s messy diaper. Although we’ve made progress with her potty training, her autism complicates her understanding of bodily cues, but we remain optimistic about her journey.
I’m sorry if I seem dismissive when you excitedly share news about your new puppy. The truth is, my husband lost his job this summer. With his impressive skill set, he should be employable, but the current economic climate makes me anxious.
I apologize for coming across as irritable without explanation. I was diagnosed with bipolar type 2, severe depression, and anxiety during my last desired pregnancy. Each day feels like a struggle to project happiness, even though it seems I should have every reason to feel that way.
I regret if I’ve let you down by not following through on promises to read something, check out a post, or attend a workshop with you. My focus is on my business, and I’m doing my best to juggle it all amid a whirlwind of responsibilities.
I’m sorry if I haven’t replied to your text in nearly a week. I’ve been swamped trying to coordinate a holiday schedule that pleases three sets of exes, parents, and stepparents — yes, I know it’s only September!
To my dear friend, I apologize if I snapped at you for canceling plans for a valid reason. Coordinating babysitters for our four kids felt like deciphering Anna Karenina in Russian — and I was really looking forward to that break.
I’m aware that I might come across as dazed and unable to feign enthusiasm for things I once loved. Some days, it’s a challenge just to put one foot in front of the other when each step feels incredibly heavy.
I’m trying to cherish my 1 ½-year-old daughter’s fleeting toddler years and her adorable personality, while also nurturing my 9-year-old’s passion for hockey. I’m focused on helping my 8-year-old autistic stepdaughter develop essential life skills and appreciate the little wonders around her.
I’m striving to support my teenage stepson, who, at 13, is a wonderful big brother eager to lend a hand. I want to be the wife my husband needs, all while feeding my creative spirit that’s crying out for attention. Staying positive can be tough, and some days, I feel like I can barely be myself.
Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably think I was difficult too. And for those who want to cling to that narrative, that’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.
But to my friends, family, and those who embrace the more complex sides of me, thank you. I’m genuinely trying to be better.
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In summary, I recognize that I may come off as unapproachable at times, but I’m genuinely trying to navigate through my responsibilities and emotions. Your understanding means the world to me as I strive to be a better person.