I can’t remember the last time I made a meaningful apology to someone.
I must be a great tzaddik who never does anyone harm.
I hate empty ritual. I hate it when someone says, "If I have done anything bad to you over the past year, please forgive me."
I loathe that! It’s so empty. If you have done something bad to me, then name it and make amends. Otherwise, spare me these empty offerings.
The last time I tried to mend something, I asked a rabbi to talk to him. He had given this talk on the importance of seeking out those we have a problem with and try to talk the matter out. This rabbi was always complaining about me. Another rabbi pushed me to apologize to him for a critical thing I had written. So I sought the bloke out and he flat out lied. He said he had no problem with me.
And that was that.