Yes. It is time. Finally. Time to get on with life.
She doesn't want me - or if she does she isn't saying so. She claims to "need" me - however I should take that. But she sure doesn't want me. If she did, I think she would have let me know somehow by now. And I haven't seen hide nor hair of her except to make sure that those things I am taking care of are taken care of. Usually just the day before I usually take care of them.
So, I'm done. I am done waiting. I tried to give her the time to decide, and I tried to decide myself.
But I refuse to go where I am not invited. And I have not been invited back.
So, I am done. Finished.