A wise man once said to me: “If life gives you lemons, gather them all up in a large pile and stomp the shit out of them.” He was right, of course, though his expostulation was predicated on the fact that he had no sugar at the time. If he had had a little sugar in his life he might rather have made lemonade for his friends.
Metaphorically speaking, there are times in everyone’s life when sweetness is in short supply, acidity is rampant, and there’s no real explanation for either. And when the environment you’re in is basically a big blender, it’s not all that difficult to get bloodied.
So, why is it that sometimes we’re harder on those we love than on our worst enemies?