When The Table Gets Smaller: Finding Sisterhood Again

Inspired by "This Could be Us" by Kennedy Ryan

Please be advised limited scenes will be discussed from the book. No major spoilers.

The shift is crazy, right? It shouldn’t be unexpected you were told it would happen. But somehow, it still caught you off guard. One day you look around, and it’s just you.

Each birthday dinner seemed to grow smaller. There was a time you’d sit around a crowded table laughter, drinks, and wide-eyed shock at the bill for twelve. Now, it’s “table for two” or “no, it’s just me.”

Some friendships faded naturally. Some people moved away. Others ended in silence or misunderstanding. Then one random Sunday morning, it hits you. You’re washing dishes with music in the background, and suddenly you remember those brunches laughter, mimosas, and “wait, record this!” moments.

You smile through the memory, but your heart tugs a little. It’s missing something. There’s a vacancy that’s been sitting quietly inside you and for a while, you’ve ignored it. You told yourself you were content with “the little things.”

Learning to Love the Quiet

You’ve learned to love your peace. Saturday nights alone with snacks and Netflix. No pressure, no drama, no 3 AM calls from friends repeating the same heartbreak story. You love the calm. You love the control.

But sometimes, peace can hide loneliness. You tell yourself, I don’t need anyone, but deep down, you miss the connection. The kind that’s safe, soft, and real.

Redefining What Friendship Means

The truth? You do need people. We all do. But as we grow, friendship changes. It’s not about proximity or convenience anymore. It’s about depth.

You’ve changed. You’re no longer the girl who bonds over class schedules and gossip. You’re craving something that touches your soul. Something deeper than friendship. What you’re yearning for is sisterhood.

The Power of Showing Up

I cried when Soledad opened her door after learning about her husband’s crime, and there stood Yasmen and Hendrix. No text, no warning, just presence.

Or that scene when Soledad tried to hide her struggle, pretending everything was fine until Hendrix quietly sent her money no questions asked, just love. That’s sisterhood. It’s love that doesn’t wait to be asked.

The Strength in Vulnerability

There’s strength in vulnerability, though we often mistake it for weakness. Some of us learned to survive by being the strong friend, the one who carries everything with a smile.

But true sisterhood doesn’t ask you to carry it all alone. It sits beside you in the silence. It holds your hand through the breakdown.

It whispers, “You don’t have to do this by yourself.”

Because real love, the kind found in sisterhood, doesn’t need to be asked. It just shows up.

When the Table Gets Smaller

So if you’ve found your circle growing smaller, don’t see it as a loss. Maybe it’s just making space for something deeper. For women who don’t just show up, they stay.