“I’ll phone you some time this week!”, which actually turns into months. Every time you leave me a voicemail, it’s just the same old empty promise. You might say you’ll phone me, but if you do, it’s usually not that often. It’s not as if you’re busy. There’s no excuse. And I still deserve better. I still deserve a man who will communicate with me more than what you do. We can’t be in a GENUINE relationship, surely. What’s the point in waiting for you? This is all you ever do, and will continue to ever do.