...And Another One

I hate waiting. I am working on being more patient, but sometimes enough is enough. Mike called me on Monday night for a whopping 10 minutes. As he hung up with me he said that he would call me "tomorrow." Apparently Mike had more important things to do this week because I am still waiting for that call back. Not even so much as a text message has come my way. We have been seeing each other for 6 weeks now, and I still can't manage to feel like I have any space in his life. I don't feel like it's my job to make him care, and clearly he doesn't. Calling someone is not a very taxing thing to do, and actions (or in this case, non-action) speak louder than words. Mike's leeway has just let up. The few blissful moments have now become outweighed by this consistent feeling that I am nothing but a side dish. With Mike, I am only worthy of filling otherwise unused space, but undeserving of my own time slot. In this case, being single is far more emotionally healthy than continuing to be marginalized.