So usually we spend Tuesday nights together, I cook or pick something up, we watch tv and then I spend the night...  But tonight you said that you needed to try and get some rest, as you haven't been sleeping well...  I had made dinner for us, but I didn't make official plans with you, and that was my fault.  It still hurt, though...  And I hate that my insecurities play so strongly into this.  You have your issues, and I have to learn to deal with them, or...  I get to the point that I can't take it anymore and I walk away from this.  But I haven't reached that point yet, so for now...  I suppose I'll have another glass of wine and cry myself to sleep.