It had to happen, really. The internet is so small that it was really only a matter of time until someone from England started reading my blog on a semi-regular basis, and checked into my archives.

She knows who she is, and she knows what she read, and she didn't like it. I can only say that it was written in a period of extreme frustration, stress, and pressure. Nonetheless, I don't apologize for writing it.

I do, however, apologize for publishing it. The offending bits have been deleted.

I do apologize for leaving it up on the internet well after the periods of frustration, stress, and pressure had passed. It was a time when I took a break from her - and I did let her know the reasons for not communicating with her for about a week, although she was living only a few doors away.

I do apologize for not deleting it the instant I became aware that she WAS reading my blog.

Above all, I apologize that it hurt her feelings. That was the last thing I intended. I had written it in this blog (which no one in England knew about) precisely so that I would not blow up at HER, or someone she knew, and precisely so that I would NOT hurt her feelings. In the end this has backfired, and what I was attempting to avoid has happened on a much grander scale.

I'm sorry.