When my boyfriend and I started dating he spent fridays playing MTG with his friends. I got jealous because I always wanted to spend time with him and so I bitched about it. The one Friday he finally spent with me and he ended up leaving late on a rainy night. Apparently his car got mud on the tires and he lost control going 80 mph on the freeway. He flipped multiple times in the fast lane and landed on the frontage road. He lived surprisingly, no scratches only had one bruise. I always regret taking him away from his hobby just because I was selfish. I always think about if I had lost him I would never forgive myself. He likes to joke about now to make me feel better.