Either I say nothing at all or I come away knowing she's offended again. I've erred on the side of saying nothing for a few weeks. Now apparently I've opened my mouth too far. Again. Without intending to. Without hardly saying anything. Where do I even go from here?
"I'm sorry for asking your son to not rile my kids up." But I'm not, really.
"I'm sorry for how I said it." But I actually thought I was getting my point across gently.
"I'm sorry for insinuating that your son is loud." But you admit this is the case.
"I'm sorry for insinuating that the foyer of a book launch/film debut is not the place to yell." But I think that would be a generally accepted truth.
"I'm sorry for suggesting that your son might be a bad influence on mine." I can see that would be hard to swallow, as I don't like seeing that in my kids.
"I'm sorry that you don't like me." Ouch.
None of them seems really fitting. Basically, I'm sorry that we can't have a decent relationship.
And I'm frustrated that I can do you no right.
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