SINGAPORE – I learnt early in my marriage to apologise to my wife and children when I’ve done something wrong. It gives me a sense of release when I make peace with them. I can then start over and learn from it.
Having said that, growing up, I seldom heard my late father say sorry to us. Maybe he felt it was enough that he put food on the table and provided a roof over our heads. Life went on as usual for their four children. We grew up not knowing how the peace was kept. Looking back, I can’t tell whether sorry was the hardest word. It was just seldom heard.
That “but” ruins an apology and all the good intentions that come with it. The rule of thumb is: When in doubt, leave it out.