It’s come to my attention recently that some people perceive me as “a bit difficult” at times. I’ll cut to the chase: I know some folks think I’m just plain hard to deal with. That’s fair, and probably accurate in some instances.
I want to take a moment to express my sincere apologies to anyone I may have unintentionally offended, especially when my intentions were genuinely good.
I’m sorry if I’ve kept you waiting — once again — and you interpreted that as a lack of respect. The truth is, I was held up taking care of my 8-year-old stepdaughter, who needed help with her potty training. She’s making progress, but her autism means she still doesn’t quite grasp her body’s signals. We’re hopeful that things will improve.
I apologize if I come off as uninterested while you excitedly share stories about your new puppy. The reality is, my husband lost his job this summer, and even though he has impressive skills, the current job market is tough, and I can’t help but worry.
If I seem irritable without explanation, I must confess that I’m battling bipolar type 2, severe depression, and an anxiety disorder, all of which were diagnosed during my last pregnancy. It’s a constant struggle to maintain a cheerful demeanor, even when it looks like I have every reason to be happy.
I’m sorry if I’ve let you down by not reading that article, attending that workshop, or joining you for a class. I’m pouring everything I have into my business during those fleeting moments of free time I can find.
If I haven’t replied to your text in nearly a week, it’s likely because I’ve been swamped managing three sets of family dynamics, trying to coordinate a holiday schedule that works for everyone involved. Yes, I realize it’s only September.
To my dear friend, I apologize for snapping at you when you canceled our plans for a valid reason. It felt like I was trying to decode a complex novel while coordinating babysitters for four kids, and now it all feels like a wasted effort. I was really looking forward to that break.
I’m sorry if I seem dazed and unable to muster enthusiasm for things I once loved. Some days feel like a monumental effort just to get through, with each step feeling impossibly heavy.
I’m striving to appreciate my 1.5-year-old daughter’s fleeting toddler years and her delightful personality, while also nurturing my 9-year-old’s passion for hockey. I’m working hard to help my autistic stepdaughter develop essential life skills and to marvel at the world through her innocent eyes.
I’m also trying to support my teenage stepson, who is an incredible big brother and just wants to lend a hand. I want to be the partner my husband needs while also feeding my own creative spirit. Yet, some days are just plain hard, and I can’t be everything for everyone. Some days, I struggle to just be myself.
Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I might think I’m difficult too. And to those who want to stick with that narrative, I get it.
But to my friends, family, and those who embrace the complicated person that I am, thank you for your understanding. I’m truly doing my best to be kind.
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In summary, life can be overwhelming, and I recognize that my struggles sometimes affect my interactions. I’m working hard to balance it all and am grateful for those who understand the complexity of my situation.
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