WOW, I finally got up the nerve to go to my class reunion. I went with my hubby to the 10 year but stayed only for a little while. This time I was invited by a class mate who made me promise I would be at this, our 40th. She said I should take it as an evening out with my husband. So glad I went. I came to the school in the 11th grade so no one really knew me, even though I was voted majorette in the spring of that year. Three people recognized me and I was able to introduce my hubby, we ate, danced one dance and spoke with the people at our table...and then walked in my very best friend. THE SHEER JOY of trying to catch up 40 years led us outside in the hallway. My hubby was so annoyed that i left him, he motioned for me to come so we could go home. I couldn't break away, he texted right when I was being snatched for a picture. All the taking and excitiment made him leave. Now in writing this, I see my fault...but not then. Not only did he leave 1/2 before me, he left my purse fully exposed on an emply table (I had it under the table where my feet would have been). I had to get it, take my jacket, and walk out alone to my car. He said he was not my taxi. 40 years away and all I wanted was 1 final hour with my friends. I have gone places with people before and left alone but I knew how to converse with whomever was near me. I would have given my hubby his moment if this had been his reunion. Plus, it was a woman I was speaking to. Should I have stayed that final hour or gone home and had what he suggested, one of our sons pick me up? Was I wrong to have left him for 30 min alone?