This sucks 

We have 3 cats and a dog; the cats are hers, essentially. They are 16, 16, and 15 years old. I don't care for them, to be honest, which she knows. I mean, they're my pets and I take care of them, but I'm not a cat person. And she is their goddess. Me--I'm the guy who feeds them. I have the 3 cats in my small apartment, and she agreed to take one of them. She was going to come get the cat last Saturday. Now, knowing that I'm going to see her gets me anxious. I want to work on the marriage, and she is having a lot of fun dating and having no responsibilities to anyone. I'd love to see her everyday, but that's not happening, of course. So knowing I'm going to see her defines my day. Saturday she texted and said the day wasn't going to work for her, so how about Sunday? So, o.k., I agreed to Sunday. She texts on Sunday and tells me one of her friends from hundreds of miles away is in town, can she pick the cat up on Monday. Sure, I say. I get out my yoga class on Monday evening to a text--a job came up, can she pick the cat up on Tuesday. Fine,  I say. I get a text Tuesday afternoon telling me that since eh's going out of town for the weekend of the 4th, can she pick the cat up Sunday evening. Sure, I say. I just got a text from her--she's running late getting back into town, can she pick the cat up tomorrow? 5 times in a week I've geared up for what will surely be a brief meeting, and 5 times she's canceled. I don't think (or don't want to think) that she's playing a game, but this sure hurts each time. So here I sit typing. I wish I had such a full life that her not coming means that I can return to all my other obligations. Since I have a very simple life right now, each cancellation is one more reminder of how empty my life is right now.