For days after discontinuing Lewis’s cello lessons, I was so miserable that I could barely drag myself around the house, and Lewis was, too. We both missed his cello lessons, yet I just didn’t see how to resume them in a productive way.
The only good thing I could detect in my total giving-up was that it felt absolutely genuine. It was not a ploy to get Lewis to change his ways. I’d simply reached the end of all possible effort in his cello lessons and saw nowhere to go.