She knows that it pains me to leave this house. Rather consistently over the last twenty years, I haven’t offered to go to the market, I never went bowling with Henry, I resisted all of my mother’s attempts at dining out, I went to the movies only for matinee showings on non-holidays. On some visits, I didn’t even step out onto the patio. I hate this place. I hate the town,
Then why did you go to your highschool reunion??
