One Day it’s over

I mean one day you wake up and things crystallize. The Mr. Nice Guy routine is exposed as a sham. Red-faced and angry others seem like emperors and empresses. It’s not entirely their fault because I thought being helpful and generous was a ticket to perfection but that was always leading me astray except for one moment in my past I suspect now forgotten and dampened. Cooking and cleaning for the ungrateful has made me feel a fool. My next step boundaries for my soul.