Yup, went to pick her up. She was still in bed. Then I got to hear, "I should have called you. I only made $20 the last two days." I stayed for a bit, we talked. Turns out she was up almost all night. Good to finally get the true story. It was a nice talk and it was nice seeing her cat. No matter. It was what it was -- nothing. I know I expected it and I did try to not be hurt but it does hurt and it hurts a lot. There are three days of the year I'd like to be before her friends, just three. Mother's Day, my birthday and Christmas. Hasn't happened yet. Something tells me it will never happen. I HATE Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD)!!!! And tonight I get to talk to my mother and hear what a rotten daughter I am for not flying back to be with her. Oh, well, I sent her some flowers and a nice card. At least I know I tried. Just another day to let me know how much of a failure I am at being a mother and a daughter. Excuse me while I go crawl under the covers. Hope at least some of you are having a good Mother's Day.