Compassion or lack of it...

BIL was leaving for Canada tonight and the plan was to Mrs & I go to the airport to drop him off because his luggage would not fit in my tiny car. We had already loaded the luggage into Mrs car, no sooner she got back from the church. BIL and I had a quick alcoholic beverage with dinner and got dressed up, when Mrs suddenly said she would just drop him/us off the airport and come back and she wouldn’t want to park the car in the parking garage & stay till the BIL’s airport check-in formalities completed. She gave, that she was feeling feverish as the reason. She also said, I shouldn’t have a drink, of which I replied, if she would’ve told that she would not want to drive in the beginning, I wouldn’t have had a drink with the BIL. I was hurt and wasn’t happy at all of her behavior. I unloaded the luggage from her car and managed to re-load them in mine. I decided that I drive BIL and his luggage to the airport without depending on anyone and I did at last. Where is the so called compassion…?