Lunch with Mom

I'm feeling somewhat better today. Had lunch Mom, and it seemed to cheer me up. Yesterday's party, where I got offended by my niece and left in a huff, was a birthday for my mom. She turned 75 this month. Mom thinks Sage didn't do anything wrong, and I should just let it go. She said she cried after I left the party. I told her that she's the only one who cared whether I was there; for everyone else, it was, like, good riddance, when I left. Then Mom changed the subject.