A week of not answering texts. I finally broke and called him this morning. Something I don't do because I know he's always busy and with people he can't talk freely in front of. But I figured between being ignored and being in the hospital I was justified in phoning.
Apparently along with not answering my texts, he doesn't answer my calls.
Considering I already feel unwanted, not cared for and in all honestly like the world is crashing down around me I am now crying. Good news is that when I'm done crying I may have finally reached a point where I can just be pissed off.
"Hmm, so you do exist. It'd be nice to hear from ya." That was what I left on his voice mail. Seems direct enough.