I know what you’re thinking. It’s so easy to buy granola in any supermarket today. But this is different. This is my granola. I‘m talking macademia nuts. I’m talking goji berries. I’m talking oats and buckwheat flakes. My husband treats every bite of my granola, my only indulgence with such relish that I begin to suspect he is trying to destroy me by stripping away my very personality, taking everything that makes me special. He has been eating my granola for the past twenty years. He has been making my friends his. I don’t know what to do. This is my first post on Reddit. I am shouting into the void for help. He treats all of my complaints as jokes, and cleans out the sour taste of me with MY granola. Please, please someone help me. Granola was the first step, and I don’t know what his last will be. Goodbye Reddit. I will be updating this post frequently.