They Say That Breaking Up is Hard To Do

My life is in a season of break ups.

Years ago, I broke up with High Fructose Corn Syrup, hydrogenated oils, red food dye, and any foods that have a higher calorie/fat ratio of 100 calories/3 grams fat per serving (omitting nuts).

Recently, I have decided to break up with soda. While pregnant with GW, I got headaches nearly every day, and instead of taking a pill, I would drink a coke. Now, nearly six months after GW's birth, I find myself craving a soda, even if I don't have a headache. I recognize the slight addiction, and I have decided to end it.

It's been two weeks, and I am soda free.

The other food product I have been thinking about breaking up with is cheese. Cheese! Can you believe I am even thinking about it? Me either. Cheese is just so good. Why break up? A couple of reasons, but I'm not laying down the law just yet.

Another break up, this time with a person, not with food. And, no, I'm not talking about my marriage. It's solid, thank you very much.

I'm talking about the fact that on Sunday, my visiting teaching companion broke up with me. Can you even do that??

She's also my supervisor, and in the beginning basically mentioned that she didn't want to be my companion in the first place. She told me that if I wanted her to go, just call her and she'd go with me. Out of obligation, you know?

Anyway, here's the story. We've been companions for a little over three months, and we just hadn't been able to actually get together and go out and visit. I sent notes to the sisters we visit, and I called them on the phone, but I never did a face-to-face visit with the sisters with my companion. To be honest, I was still trying to adjust adding a child into the family, and having another little person to take care of. I felt like it was difficult enough trying to find time to breathe and shower, let alone leave the house long enough to visit four different sisters.

I had tried on various occasions to contact my companion, but she lives alone, with no answering machine or caller i.d., so most times,I couldn't reach her. And, with my memory as of late, I would remember to call a week later, instead of later in the day. So, three months passed without a formal visit to our sisters.

Well, apparently, I just wasn't making the cut. This dear old sister kindly walked up to me at church on Sunday and handed me a hand-written note explaining that she was no longer going to be my partner because I was making her do all the work (HUH?). She told me she would still call me to find out if I go visiting, and then she signed it with a P.S. to tell the relief society president that she wasn't going to be my partner.

It was a slap in the face, and it kind of broke my heart that I disappointed her, but in the same light, it's kind of funny that she walked up to me, handed me the note, and walked away. I was taught that if you have an issue with someone, you talk to them about it first, and try to work things out before giving up.

I'd like to call her and tell her to notify the president herself, but I'm sure I wouldn't be able to get in touch with her.

Maybe I'll write her a note.