It’s a Wednesday night. The dishwasher is running. You finished the work you brought home. Your partner is across the room on their phone, or maybe already asleep on the couch.
And somewhere in the quiet of the house, between loading the last dish and turning out the lights, you notice something that’s been sitting there for a while, but you haven’t named it yet.
You haven’t really talked in days. Not about anything that matters.
Maybe they feel further away than they used to. Maybe you do, too. Maybe there’s a small thing that used to happen between you, the hand on the small of your back at the sink, the text in the middle of the day, the coffee that was already made when you came downstairs… and it stopped happening. You can’t remember exactly when. You just know that it did.
And you can’t quite tell if it’s a phase, or the beginning of something quieter and more permanent.
If any of that lands, this post is for you.
It is almost never the big thing
Before I built the work I do now, I spent over two years as a divorce mediator. I sat across from couples at the very end of the line, couples who had once loved each other deeply, who had built lives together, and who were now in my office trying to figure out how to untangle it all.
Case by case, couple by couple, I started noticing something I couldn’t unsee.
It was almost never one big thing that ended their marriage.
It was a thousand small things. Moments of disconnection. Conversations they never had. Skills they were never taught. Tiny, quiet shifts that nobody named, until the relationship simply couldn’t carry the weight of them anymore.
And one day, sitting in another mediation, listening to another couple describe the slow unraveling of something that used to be beautiful, a question hit me that changed everything I do:
Why are these couples coming to me at the end? Why didn’t anyone give them the skills to make it work before it broke?
That question is the foundation of every program, every conversation, every retreat I’ve built since.
The granola, the orange, and the truth underneath them
A divorce attorney went viral on TikTok for sharing something one of his clients had said in his office. He’d asked her the question I used to ask all of mine, what was the moment you knew?
Her answer was shockingly simple:
He stopped refilling my granola.
That was it. Not an affair. Not a fight. Not a betrayal a court could measure. A man stopped refilling a bag of granola, and his wife knew her marriage was over.
You might think she was being dramatic. She wasn’t. She was being precise.
Around the same time, a different test was making the rounds online, the orange peel test. A girlfriend tells her boyfriend she’s craving an orange but doesn’t feel like peeling it. Will he peel it for her? Or will he look at her like she’s an able-bodied adult and tell her to peel it herself?
Some boyfriends pass the test. Some fail it spectacularly. The comments are full of people critiquing other people’s relationships over a piece of fruit.
And again, you might think it’s silly. It is. And it isn’t.
Why the little things are actually big things
Here’s what’s happening underneath the granola and the orange peel.
As humans, we are wired to use small, consistent gestures to feel safe in the people we love. The morning coffee. The goodnight text. The way they always reach for your hand at a stoplight. These aren’t really about coffee or texts or hands. They are the daily evidence that you matter to someone.
When those small things stop, something deep in us registers it before our conscious mind does. We feel less seen. We start to wonder.
And here is the moment everything goes sideways.
We don’t say anything.
We don’t ask why the granola stopped. We don’t ask why the coffee stopped. We don’t ask why the hand at the sink stopped.
We just start making things up. Maybe they don’t love me anymore. Maybe they’re seeing someone else. Maybe they’re checked out. Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe this whole thing is over.
And then we start running tests. The orange. The granola. The thing we know they used to do, would they still do it now? … without ever telling our partner they’re being tested in the first place.
That is how marriages end.
It is rarely about you
Here is what we miss almost every time.
The person who stopped doing the little thing is hardly ever doing it because they stopped loving you. They might be carrying something they haven’t told you about yet. They might have decided the granola didn’t matter to you because you never said it did. They might be quietly resentful that you stopped doing your version of the little thing, the laundry, the goodnight text, the question about how their day went.
Or it might genuinely have nothing to do with you at all.
But you don’t know, because nobody asked.
Preventative maintenance for the people we love
We schedule the oil change before the engine seizes. We go to the dentist before the cavity becomes a root canal. We get the mole checked before it becomes the diagnosis.
Why don’t we do this for the most important relationships in our lives?
Here is what I teach couples, and what I have had to practice in my own marriage.
Notice. Pay attention to the small things your partner does for you. Don’t let them become invisible just because they’re consistent. The most dangerous thing about routine is that it makes the gift of love start to look like the obligation of love. It is not the same thing.
Name. Tell your partner, out loud, what makes your heart sing. Don’t make them guess. Don’t assume they know. They don’t. None of us are mind readers. The thing they think is no big deal might be the entire reason you feel safe in this relationship, and they have no way of knowing unless you say so.
Ask. When something stops, don’t run a silent test. Ask. “Hey… I noticed the granola hasn’t been getting refilled lately. Is everything okay? Is something going on for you?” That question is the entire difference between a marriage that recovers and one that quietly slips away.
A confession from my own marriage
I’ll tell you a story on myself.
My husband Tom has, for years, laid out my vitamins for me every morning. It was a small thing. Sweet. Loving. Exactly the kind of little gesture I’m telling you to notice.
And one day, my vitamins stopped showing up.
Old me would have made up a story about it. Old me would have run a quiet test. Old me would have stewed about it for a week.
But I had done enough of my own work to pause and ask the actual question. What was going on?
Tom’s answer was simple. He’d noticed I had been a little resistant about taking my vitamins lately, and he didn’t want to feel like he was forcing them on me. So he stopped. He stopped because he loved me, not because he didn’t.
If I had run an orange peel test instead of asking the actual question, I would have spent the week building a case in my own head against a man who was just trying to give me a little more space.
The conversation is the entire game.
If something in this is sitting in your chest right now
Pause for a second.
What is the small thing in your relationship that has stopped happening, and that you haven’t said anything about?
That’s the granola. That’s the orange. That’s the place to start.
Not with a fight. Not with a test. With a question, asked out loud, in good faith, by a person who still cares enough to want to know.
That is what saves relationships. Not big gestures. Not dramatic confessions. The willingness to look across the kitchen and say, hey, what’s going on with us?
Before it becomes one more little thing nobody ever talked about.
LISTEN: For the full conversation, including the stories we couldn’t fit here, tune in to the episode above. Or find Love Shack Live on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and wherever you stream yours.
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