It’s Over. The relationship, the job, the friendship- it’s done. What was once a lively feast, is now a dinner for one. The food has rotted and the wine is spoiled, and you feel like a fool trying so hard to breathe life into this corpse. You’ve felt it for a while, the smile and laugh is forced when it used to be easy. The responses take longer & longer and you keep showing up investing time, energy and effort, but they have no intention of reciprocating or cultivating that with you anymore.
Get up. Leave. I know the times were good, and the laughter was deep, but that doesn’t exist anymore. The unknown out there is better than this table of death. You deserve a feast, it’s out there.