Dear Dairy,


 Dear Dairy,

(no, I didn’t just misspell “diary”)

I’ll start out with complete honesty.  I love you, Dairy, but we are just no good together. 

 I admit that all I have to do is catch a glance of you from across the room and all those feelings come rushing back.  Though I wish it would, the honeymoon never lasts, Dairy.  You must admit that you know this is true.  I end up hurt and resent you for it.  You deserve someone who can love you fully, with no regrets.

The longer I stay away from you, the easier for me it is to deal with missing you.  There are others in my life that can fill your shoes as long as I don’t think about it too much.  I know that nothing will ever truly be as wonderful as you, but it hurts too much and I just can’t do it anymore.

Every time you knock on my door in the form of melty brie deliciousness or torturously decadent chocolate fondue or even the scant pat of butter on a dinner roll, you suck me back into your clutches.  It takes all of me to resist you.  Sometimes you sneak in, disguised and treacherously seeking me out, I end up in agony. 

Our last encounter left me bedridden, my head pounding in my hands, my stomach twisted, my throat raw… is this really what you want for me?

In the words of Boy George, “Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?“

I chose to believe the best about you.  I don’t want to think that you hurt me intentionally.  I know that, deep down, you are really good and loving and nurturing.  Like I said before, we are just not meant to be together, you and I.

I’m sorry Dairy.  I never meant to lead you on or cause you pain.  Just to clear the air, I’m not ending things with you for someone else.  I’ve also ended things with Tomato, Eggs, and Corn.  There are just too many of you in my life and I need to be alone for a while.  Not even one single M&M…

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a relationship with you so please don’t ask me to remain friends.  It’s time we both move on.

I love you… Goodbye.


How about you, dear Reader?  Any love/hate relationships with food groups in your life?  I’d love to hear your stories and solutions!