It came and went

Last night was my 10 year high school reunion, out of state. I spent it here, at work. Oh I was snippy and grouchy because I had to be here instead of there having a blast.
This morning as I left work my cell phone alerted me there was a message. My mother called.
Bitch Mom: It's me. I just went to your reunion at "Granny's Attic" and a lot, a lot of people asked about you.

One: Granny's attic isn't her hang out, so she went on purpose.
Two: If I couldn't go, why do I want to hear about it.

I didn't go because I COULD NOT, not because I didn't want to. Her phone call pushed me over the "woe is me" line. I drove home from work with the windows down and the music blaring, trying to drown out my . . . frustration? Then I took a pill and went to bed.