I really understood why my bf had to be with his mom when she was going through chemotherapy instead of me with my broken ankle... at first... but after a month or two or so when she was doing fine and he made NO effort to see me at all (and no effort to spend the night)... that's when I figured out I was not and never would be a priority. Not exactly the same thing, I know, but I'm illustrating that a woman is capable of cutting a guy some slack.
