The Diary of an Unhappy Girl: Always Something More Important than Me

There's always something that comes up that's more important than me for my boyfriend.  Today I got all of my wisdom teeth pulled out which has always been a major phobia of mine (probably the only phobia that I have, actually).  He didn't wish me good luck or say "I hope it goes well" beforehand or ask me how it went when I called him.  Right after I got out of the surgery I called him and he said he'd come over in an hour.  3 hours later, after I texted him asking where he was, he said something has come up and he can't make it.  He never asked how the surgery went or how I felt.