I had a relationship end recently. Abruptly for that matter.
If I’m honest, it wasn’t really something I wanted.
But things happen.
To be cliche, it had been a long time coming.
To be pointed, it was about damn time.
Things were messy from the beginning. I was told for so long that it was unhealthy, that I’d be better off with out it. And I knew it was true.
It’s just that some times you want something so much you almost feel like you need it. And being “healthy” doesn’t really weigh in anymore.
But alas, what’s right will always find its way, I suppose.
And here I am, writing my farewell note to a relationship that once meant so much to me.
But it’s right.
So here’s to you, carbs. Thank you for the 22 years together. Thank you for the chips and the pasta and the funny little grains you always left in my teeth. I’ll always remember the way your pita held my hummus so tenderly. Or the feel of your buns on my grilled chicken sandwich.
I’ll never forget what we had.
But I have to move on now. My metabolism just can’t take it anymore.
It’s not you, white bread. It’s me.
I hope we can still be friends.