Decisions We Replay
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I Don’t Know If I Was Fair
I’ve started this message twice and deleted it twice. I’ve been reading the stories here for a while, usually on my phone before bed. A few times I’ve wanted to respond, but it feels easier to stay quiet when nobody knows you’re there. Anyway. This time I’m sending something. You can call me Ronnie. I’d…
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I Defended the Decision. Then I Went Home and Questioned It.
Your Facebook post caught me just after a difficult day at school. I followed the link to the website and started reading. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear another principal admit they didn’t have everything settled in their own head. I’d like to share something too, if that’s okay. Call me Janet.…
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I Still Hear What I Said in That Meeting
I found this page by accident one evening and read a confession that made me uncomfortable. Not because I disagreed with it. Because I could have written parts of it myself. I closed the page, then came back the next night. I suppose that’s how I ended up writing this. Please use Margaret if you…
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I Should’ve Waited Before I Answered
I wasn’t planning to send anything when I first visited this website. A colleague shared one of your stories, and I opened it while waiting for a meeting to start. I’ve come back a few times since. Today I finally thought, okay, maybe I can put this somewhere instead of going over it in my…
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I Said No. I Still Think About It.
One of your posts showed up on my Facebook feed last week. I clicked through, read a few confessions, and ended up staying longer than I meant to. There was something familiar about people still thinking about things everyone else had probably forgotten. So here’s mine. You can call me Robert. I’m using a different…
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I Made the Right Decision. Why Do I Still Feel Guilty?
I still think I made the right decision. That’s the part that makes the guilt difficult to explain. If I believed I had been wrong, the feeling would make sense. I could revisit the decision. Correct it if possible. Apologize. Do something differently. But I have gone over what happened more times than I should…






