TRIFECTACURE

There was a time when I would've officially staked a claim on being least emotional of the three of us.

Until recently (i.e., last week), my fallback was to blame the sudden tears, or biting sarcasm that seemed to erupt from me out of nowhere, on hormones.  I was blissfully naive.  I had no idea where that stuff was coming from.  It was new and foreign to me.  Now I realize what has gradually been occurring over the past few months...a Trifectacure!  Similar to getting a good (and consequently painful) pedicure, all of the tough skin and calouses gained by enduring unhealthy relationships have been unceremoniously scoured away, and what remains is raw, red, throbbing newness. 

Hopefully after some time, I will grow a new layer of skin, less thick and tough than the last, to replace what has been chafed off (mostly just this past weekend).  Maybe being a little more sensitive than usual will serve me well and bring more kindness and empathy to my repertoire?  Until then, we will all have to live with my short fuse and tearful eruptions (sorry guys)...