I think that what bothers me about this whole thing is that I've LET myself become attached/dependent/whatever you want to call it/ to my t, to the point where these seemingly insignificant things hurt me. It could be anybody else doing these things, and i wouldn't give a rat's ***. Normally, i'm happy to step out of the way and let others' needs come first. I've worked in my department with people for 15 years and haven't shed a tear when they moved away or retired. I didn't even cry when i left home to get married. So what's wrong with me now?! Why are all my childhood insecurities coming into this relationship, and what am i supposed to do about this insecurity and fear of loss?