Recently, I’ve been made aware that some people perceive me as a bit difficult or unapproachable. I won’t sugarcoat it—it’s clear that some folks view me as a “bitch.” And honestly, I can’t blame them; it’s probably a fair assessment.
To those I’ve inadvertently upset while genuinely trying to be considerate, I want to extend my sincerest apologies.
I’m sorry for being late again. You might interpret it as a lack of respect, but the truth is, I was busy changing my 8-year-old stepdaughter’s diaper. Although we’re making progress with her potty training, her autism complicates her understanding of bodily cues. We remain optimistic about her growth.
If I seem dismissive while you’re animatedly sharing your new puppy’s antics, it’s because I’ve been preoccupied with my husband’s recent job loss. Despite his impressive skill set, the job market is challenging, and that weighs heavily on my mind.
I apologize if I come across as irritable for no apparent reason. I was diagnosed with bipolar type 2, severe depression, and an anxiety disorder during my last pregnancy, which was deeply desired. I’m in a constant struggle to maintain a cheerful exterior, even when my internal landscape feels tumultuous.
If I promised to engage with your latest project or attend that workshop together but failed to do so, it’s because I’m trying to focus on my business amid a whirlwind of responsibilities.
I also regret the delay in responding to your messages. I’ve been knee-deep in coordinating holiday schedules between multiple sets of exes and stepparents—yes, I know it’s only September, but it’s a juggling act.
To my dear friend, I apologize for snapping when you canceled our plans due to a valid reason. Coordinating babysitters for all four kids was a Herculean effort, and I was looking forward to that much-needed respite.
If I seem dazed and lack enthusiasm for things I once loved, it’s often a battle just to get through the day when everything feels heavy.
I’m striving to cherish my 1.5-year-old daughter’s fleeting toddler years, while also nurturing my 9-year-old’s hockey passion. I’m working to foster life skills in my 8-year-old stepdaughter and embrace her wonder for the world. I’m trying to support my teenage stepson, who is a fantastic big brother, while also being the partner my husband needs.
Some days, it feels impossible to be everything for everyone, and I can barely manage to be myself. If I were in your shoes, I might think I’m difficult too. For those who choose to hold onto that narrative, I understand. But to my close friends and family who appreciate the complexities of who I am, thank you for your understanding. I’m genuinely trying to do my best.
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In summary, while I may come off as challenging at times, there are substantial reasons behind my demeanor. I am navigating a variety of personal challenges while trying to be present for my family and friends. I appreciate those who stand by me through it all.