Well, I was middle class in a wealthy town. I went to school with very entitled and judgmental people. A sample conversation from my 10 year went like this:
I was approached by a former classmate. Parents were both doctors 3 story house had 2, yes 2, 1963 Corvettes under cover and on dollies in the garage. Just to give you an idea.
Classmate: What do you do? (Seriously. Those were the first words he had spoken to me since graduation.)
Me: I drive a forklift for a glass company.
Classmate: Oh. I own a used car lot in Arizona.
Then he turned and walked away.
I find I am a much happier person the farther I stay away from people like that. Missing the reunions? Small price to pay and worth every penny.