It’s come to my attention—recently, actually—that I sometimes come across as, let’s say, a bit prickly. To put it plainly, some folks think I’m a jerk. Fair enough, and perhaps they’re onto something.
So, to those I’ve unintentionally offended while genuinely trying to be nice, I owe you an apology.
I’m sorry for being late—once again—and that it felt disrespectful. The truth is, I was on my way out when I had to change my 8-year-old stepdaughter’s messy diaper. We’ve made some progress on the potty training front, but her autism means she still struggles with understanding her body’s signals. But we’re optimistic.
I’m sorry if I seem dismissive while you’re excitedly chatting about your new puppy. You see, my husband lost his job this summer. He has great skills and is super employable, but the job market is rough right now, and I can’t help but worry.
I apologize if I come off as cranky for no apparent reason. I was diagnosed with bipolar type 2, severe depression, and anxiety during my last longed-for pregnancy. I’m constantly battling an internal struggle to maintain a cheerful facade, even though on the outside it seems like I have everything to be happy about.
I’m sorry if I’ve promised to read that article, check out your post, attend that workshop, or join you for that class. I’m simply trying to pour every bit of energy I have left into my business during whatever spare moments I can find.
I’m sorry if your text went unanswered for nearly a week. I’ve been overwhelmed sorting out three sets of exes, parents, and stepparents to finalize a Christmas holiday schedule that works for everyone. Yes, I know it’s still only September.
To my dear friend, I’m sorry if I snapped at you for canceling our plans for a perfectly valid reason. Coordinating babysitters for all four kids was like trying to read Anna Karenina in Russian (that’s still on my “when I have some free time” list), and now it feels like a wasted effort. I was really looking forward to that break.
I’m sorry if I seem dazed and can’t muster enthusiasm for things I once loved. Some days, it’s all about putting one foot in front of the other when each foot feels like it weighs a ton.
I’m trying to embrace my 1.5-year-old daughter’s fleeting toddler years and her cheeky personality, while also cherishing my 9-year-old’s passion for hockey. I’m focused on helping my 8-year-old autistic stepdaughter develop life skills and marveling at her wonder for the simple things.
I’m striving to support my teenage stepson, who at 13 is a fantastic big brother and just wants to help. I’m attempting to be the partner my husband needs, all while trying to feed my creative soul, which is practically screaming for attention. Some days, I just can’t be everything to everyone. Heck, some days I can barely be myself.
Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably think I was a jerk too. And for those who want to keep that narrative alive, I get it. But to my friends, family, and close ones who appreciate the prickly side of me, thank you. I’m genuinely trying to be nice.
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In summary, I’m reaching out to clear the air and share what’s been going on behind the scenes. Life can be chaotic, and sometimes I might come off as a jerk when all I’m trying to do is navigate the ups and downs. I appreciate those who understand and support me through it all.