First, some backstory:
My pastor agreed, about one year ago this month, that he’d be my regular confessor, but this came with the stipulation that he might not always be able to meet with me at the drop of a hat.
So, I left a voicemail for him (which is standard procedure) this past August, sometime prior to the Feast of the Assumption, in order to schedule a confession and spiritual direction with him. He later joined some friends and I for lunch one afternoon later that month and acknowledged that he had received my message and would be contacting me later. A couple more weeks go by, so I e-mail him. He replies about a week later asking if I still need to schedule an appointment, which I confirmed. A couple more weeks go by, and he calls, but I miss his phone call so he leaves a voicemail; when I call back, he’s not in his office, but gone for the day. Again, nothing.
By now, it’s been almost three months since my last confession.
Well, I learned the other day that my pastor had dinner with a friend, and this made me very upset. I wanted to know why and how could he schedule dinner with someone else but not schedule an appointment with me?
So, last night, still feeling upset that I had been slighted, I left him one more voicemail saying, in a false meek tone, “I heard that (so-and-so) had dinner with you the other night, so that made me hopeful that I might be able to get an appointment with you.”
I later saw him (at the Transitus, held at our parish) and he said, “I owe you a phone call. Several phone calls.”
Still, nothing’s scheduled, but I feel bad for leaving him that last voicemail. I feel like I tried blackmailing him all because he had dinner with a friend. Should I confess this (when I do get to confession?)
[Again, even though he said that he wouldn’t be able to meet with me at the drop of a hat, I do find this prolonged period of time to be a bit ridiculous, especially when he’s acknowledged several times that he needs to schedule an appointment. Am I wrong?]
[Also, I tried going to confession yesterday afternoon with another priest at my parish, at the scheduled time for confessions, and *no one showed! A whole group of us sat waiting…and waiting…and waiting…and no one showed.]