My apologies

I didn’t know that one itty bitty post would turn out to be such a hornet’s nest.

Today’s post about the running-out-of-gas thing and the I-don’t-want-kids-to-turn-out-like-that thing was, in some circles, taken way out of context, and for that I apologize. Especially I apologize to BB, who was mightily offended at a lot of things I wrote. I’m sorry, and I promise to try harder and generally be better at everything in general, not just writing about fights we have. I swear.

Ok, so now I have to wonder…are there other posts I’ve written out there that are just waiting to be discovered so they too can offend? Am I, as someone said to me tonight on the phone, (I’m paraphrasing) “firmly in the ’snark’ category?” My head says that I should really care about that, and to an extent, I do. I care about writing things that my husband finds hurtful and I really will make every effort to make sure that he never reads this thing again none of what I say here betrays his trust.

But my heart says I can’t write if I can’t say what I want. Not be overly melodramatic, but my blog is my catharsis and it’s my way of processing feelings that otherwise get bottlenecked somewhere on the overly-congested roads of my insides, where they eventually turn into anxiety and general gross-ness. I like doing this. I like hearing from you when you read something that you can identify with. This is just what I do.

In closing, my sincerest apologies to anyone (yes BB, even you) who took today’s post in any other way than it was originally intended. My goal here is simply to write, and I will strive to not suck at that from now on.

Seriously.