Selfish

Yes, I am selfish. The BF (AKA "JSquared") and I had a nice afternoon planned for tomorrow of drinks and watching the USA get killed by Italy in the World Cup. Saturday night we have separate evenings planned, so we wanted to spend the day together. Then his former co-worker's brother had to up and die. Tomorrow afternoon, instead of snuggling with me on the couch, JSquared will attend a memorial service for the brother of a woman he worked with six months ago and barely keeps in touch with. But JSquared feels like he should attend.

Yes, a part of me loves and respects JSquared for attending an obligatory memorial service for someone he has never met. However, the former co-worker is going to be in too much of a haze to care if he shows up. And his attending the memorial service cuts into JSquared's "Lux time." I feel like two year old who screams "No! Mine!" at anyone who comes near her favorite teddy bear. Like I said, I am selfish.