I think my husband and I have had our last fight about the diet.
Because I can’t argue anymore. I just can’t.
The weight of it, it’s not something we can withstand. It’s breaking us down, tearing us apart. And it’s clear that on this, we won’t find a common ground. We won’t come to an agreement. We will never see eye to eye on this, and I’m tired of fighting.
We could probably drag this out for a few more tortured months, but eventually we would reach the same conclusion. It will save us all a lot of heartache if I just capitulate now.
So I am.
I can continue shopping as I have been, but if we’re not asking others to follow our lead, and if I hand the weekend grocery shopping reigns back to my husband, things will pretty much go back to the way they were before.
I’m not going to think too much about what we’ll do if our daughter’s behavior deteriorates. We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.
I guess those of you who suspected I’d abandon this new fad were right. I suppose this was inevitable.
I don’t feel the the relief I assumed would come from giving up, but there is a peace in it. I’m so tired of the fighting.