Kevin’s always getting onto me about how frequently I apologize for things that aren’t my fault. “Why are you saying sorry for that?” he asks often. And I never have a good answer. For me, needless apologies (for things like the cable guy being late when Kevin’s come home to wait on him, or to a server when the restaurant has screwed up my order) just come out — they’re virtually subconscious at this point. Which is kind of upsetting, when […]
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