Normally, I have no problem admitting that I have been wrong, especially when it’s hurt someone else, and thus apologizing. I try to be very conscientious about this sort of thing.
In this case, the circumstances are a little different, and very complicated. In 2008, I sent an email to my former middle-school English teacher, whom I will call Kate. Kate was very helpful and supportive of me during my difficult undergraduate years (2000-2004), and I feel like I owe a lot to her. Unfortunately, I had some tough times after college as well, and in 2008 I was at a severe low point. My mental and physical health (and appearance) were all suffering, I felt like I was indirectly killing my father, and I was seriously considering traveling to San Francisco and jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. I was researching details of insurance policies, hoping I would not leave my family in the lurch (I assumed they would get over my suicide, but being cheated out of my insurance policy was unthinkable! I already planned to leave them my then-considerable life’s savings.) Yeah, I was in awful shape.
Thus, when I started writing to Kate, my addled mental state spilled all over the keyboard and into Kate’s inbox. It’s pathetic, rambling stuff, and the upshot is that Kate took it as me blaming her for all the things that had gone wrong in my life. Although that’s not exactly what I wrote, I still deeply regret writing it, and would apologize in a heartbeat, except for some complications. I had no idea that Kate took it as anything other than a depressed mess until her niece “Renata” (someone very dear to me, and probably the soon-to-be subject of another thread) informed me about how deeply I had hurt Kate. I felt awful, but I’m not sure that Renata was really supposed to tell me about it at all. I saw Kate again for the first time in about a decade last weekend, when I visited Renata, and Renata told me that she was told by Aunt Kate that Kate only wanted to see me if I had forgotten all about that nasty-gram. I had not; indeed, Renata and I had discussed it, and I wanted to see Kate and be friendly as a way of making amends!
I thought our meeting went well, but actually I apparently talked too much about myself and never really asked Kate how she was doing lately. I was really distracted with family turmoil, and plus I thought Kate didn’t want to talk about her most salient professional concerns, but I still feel like a jerk. I wanted to apologize for the email before, now I really want to.
**So I plan to tell Kate the truth, but not the whole truth: I was looking through my old emails to see if I had Kate’s personal (non-work) email address, and in doing so I found that awful email I had sent. I’m ashamed of it now, I and I wholeheartedly and thoroughly apologize.
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That’s all technically true, but it leaves out the details about Renata (whom I cannot reach at the moment, see the other thread, assuming I write it, where I Pit the two of us) telling me about it a while back. Is it still the right thing to do? What would you do?
Thanks very much.