Game Set Match

I feel like I have made every attempt to be faithful and supportive of you, my friend.* But I am finding it more and more difficult to do so. No more complaints that I don't make time for you, or call you frequently enough. I have proficiently slammed the ball over the net and into your court over and over and over. It's 40-Love. Either return volley or get out of the game.

*this is no one with whom any of you are familiar (as in, no one reading this knows the person with whom I am exhausted), except R. Thank you, R, for being a good listener through all of this.