OP, there have been times in my professional life when I
felt I had to dance on hot coals and have been on pins and needles.
Heck, sometimes I’ve been out right beside
myself.
But never, eva, eva, eva, in my personal life, have I willingly danced
with the devil.
As my daughter would
say, “Nah, son!” You, on the other hand, seem to keep accepting dates with the devil and expecting angelic behavior.
So I ask you, in light of the ongoing pattern of disrespect
being hurled your way by this person, what’s really going on here?
Do you:
A. A. Not mind being disrespected and disregarded?
B. B. Like being a token?
C. C. Or are you getting something out of this “friendship” that
keeps you coming back for more?