A few years ago, I was in a relationship rut and it looked like the end was near. Being the stubborn person that I am, I took it upon myself to try and get us out of the boring, yet comfortable, niche we carved out for ourselves.
I was never good at being able to say flat out what was on my mind, so I tried to tell it in the form of a food story.
Let’s say you come across the best chocolate pie in the world, and you love it so much you decide to have some every day. You look forward to the time of day when you get to eat it, you enjoy the time you get to spend with it, and there’s always that little bit of sadness when the pie and you are apart.
Months go by, and you’ve been eating the same chocolate pie. You still really like the pie, but it’s the same thing each and every time. The taste just doesn’t thrill you the same way it initially did. So you decide to spice it up a little bit. Maybe one day you add a little orange zest to it. Maybe a little bit of mint. Add a dollop of whipped cream on top. Maybe change the crust to cookie crumb. Perhaps add a thin layer of peanut butter on top.
These changes aren’t meant to hide the pie, but to add a new level to your relationship. (I realize that it seems silly to have a relationship with food, but damnit, when something is this good, you do establish a bond.)
My then-boyfriend’s response: “Why are you trying to change something when it’s already good to begin with?”
I shared this story with my friend Chris, who was also in a relationship rut very similar to mine. His response: “Or maybe one day you just get fed up and you switch over to cake!” (I miss that guy.)
I laughed and said I wasn’t going to do that.
Six months or so later, my relationship was over for good. And ironically, I’ve kind of lost my taste for chocolate pie.