My MIL handed me a beautifully wrapped gift, and when I opened it, I found a sweater that was several sizes too small.
“I thought this might motivate you to get in shape,” she said with a sweet but cutting smile. The room went silent as I sat there, humiliated.
Then my husband took the sweater, held it up, and said, “Wow, Mom, you didn’t have to get Max a present!” Then he tossed it onto the couch where our golden retriever, Max, was lying. Everyone laughed nervously, and her smug expression disappeared.
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