It’s probably not a very good apology if you say, “I am sorry you are so high maintenance and difficult to deal with I can no longer be friends with you.”
How about, “I am sorry your pettiness and immaturity caused me to choose others to be my friends”?
Or maybe, “I am sorry you blame me for your mistakes.”
Nope. Those probably aren’t good apologies.
I do owe apologies -and thank you notes- to nearly everyone who got me or my baby something last spring and summer when he was born. I was just so overwhelmed by life I didn’t write most of them and now it feels like it is too late. I am going to get started on Christmas and birthday and then maybe work my way backwards.
I owe an apology to some of my former students for not doing a good enough job as their teacher to help them improve. For not knowing enough to teach them better. For being too embarrassed to ask for help.
I owe an apology to my son for being a crappy housekeeper and limiting the space he can crawl in. For not moving him into his own bedroom until he was 11 months old. For still not cleaning out that room. For the pink rose wallpaper that is still on the walls.
To my friend who has passed away for not being a better friend.
To my friends I have lost touch with for not being better at keeping in touch.
To my body for not taking better care of it.
To my blog readers for being a poor blogger.