Family Dinner Dilemma

Okay, it's been a while and I'm not even going to apologize, because I haven't really had much to write about lately.  It's kind of sad that when life's going well, the blogging slows down...haha.  I'm back from vacation (I've actually been back for almost two weeks now, oopps) and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things...it's a lot harder than it sounds. 

Here's the back story of today's post:  A lot of my family lives in VA, I see them for Christmas and maybe one or two sporadic other times during the year. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin were actually up last month and I wrote about it here.  After that outing (and the wedding planning) my Aunt decided that she had to meet the golfer, which shouldn't be a problem because she was coming back August 13 (Monday).  I told this to golfer and asked that he write it down, a. because it means a lot to me and b. because it was a month from then and I figured he would forget.

Saturday (in person): 

Golfer:  Is Monday when you're family is here?
Me: Yes...I don't think we have a place or time for dinner, but it's probably going to be down the shore.
Golfer: Okay

Sunday (via text):

3:41pm
Me:  Hey, I think dinner is going to be at 6:30p on Monday, so if you want to drive to  my house, I'll drive to the restaurant.
Golfer:  Ok

6:00pm
Golfer: I might be late for dinner next week.  Forgot I have a tournament I signed up for
Me: Any idea how late?
Golfer: Not sure.  Have to call the section tomorrow and see what the tee times are, if it's going to be real late, I'll cancel
Me: Where's the tournament?  If you can't do both, don't worry about dinner.  I don't want you to cancel the tournament.
Golfer:  TOWN, it's 36 holes though.  Then it looks like I'm running away from meeting your family.
Me: It kind of does, but I guess I'll deal with them on Monday
Golfer: You made the bed before you left?!
Me: Yes, Rotor (the dog) helped.
Golfer: Dork

Conversation continued as normal, but I couldn't go to sleep, I was upset...and I've never really had this issue with golfer...he's always gone above and beyond anything I could've hoped for (minus the 4th of July food poisoning issue, but we've been over this, that was a blessing).  So after taking a small poll (3 friends) to have it confirmed that I wasn't over reacting, I send another text message:

Me: Okay, so I've been thinking about the dinner/golf issue and I don't think I did a great job yesterday telling you how I felt.  Dinner is important to me, which is why I told you so far in advance, but I also understand that golf is more than a sport to you, it's your job and there are tournaments you have to play in for one reason or another.  But I'm upset that you didn't bring up the tournament sooner and that if the scheduling doesn't work out, you won't be at dinner.
Golfer:  I'll make the dinner.  The tournament will be an all day thing, so I withdrew this morning.
Me: I would've understood if you played, but thank you (times a million), I appreciate it.

Then I felt bad all day yesterday because he withdrew, then I explained the situation to my mom and her response was "Oh my God, I wish you didn't tell me, now I feel bad.  I would've golfed!" (thanks, mom).

I called golfer to tell him how awful I felt and he assured me that it was "totally okay" and told me not to "worry about it"...but I still feel bad.  I got what I wanted, he's coming to dinner, so why do I feel so bad?  Ready. Set. Analyze.