If you read this blog between 5 pm and 8 pm Friday,  you might have noticed the meanest, nastiest, most vile post I have ever blogged on Foots Prints. 

I made highly inflammatory remarks about TMP-Marian High School, two ladies who coach athletic teams there, a former employee who worked at TMP for 20 years, and worst of all, some young ladies who attend school there. 

I mentioned a young lady from another school, someone I care very deeply about. In that part, I said I felt sorry for her because she was friends with many girls from TMP, who probably thought I was some sort of sexual predator. I also made this assertion about the TMP volleyball coach as well.

All of the above statements I made in anger. I made them because I was higighly agitated, certainly for no good reason.

Of course, those statements were 100 percent false. I have not have the privilege of meeting any of the coaches or students in question. Therefore, they cannot make any assumptions about me, unless there is proof to the contrary. 

I did not mean the lady I care so much about should not have friends from TMP. The ladies from TMP happen to be some of her best friends. Even though I did not mean it that way, it doesn’t excuse it. 
I am very sorry I said what I did. The post has been deleted, but the damage is already done. 

I’ve put about 39 hours and 290 miles between the site of the post, but I still feel very, very bad about it. 

My therapist has told me time and time again that when I’m mad and want to blog something, to go ahead and do it, but do it privately. Do not post it. Or keep it in a private file which only I have access to. 

The one lady I would do anything for told think before I post. If I’m angry, wait 24 hours before posting.

I wish I would have listened to these ladies. I didn’t, and I must pay the price. 

I swear I will do all I can to never post something so hurtful again. I can’t promise I will bat 1.000, but I’m going to do all within my power to try.