My daughter, Anna, got married last year. Her husband, Eric, is generally a good guy. He treats her well, they both earn decent money, and they live on their own. We usually see them on holidays.

Two days ago, I turned 46, and I invited my coworkers and friends to celebrate at a cozy restaurant. The party went great—it was a lot of fun, we even danced. I invited my daughter and son-in-law for a separate dinner at home. That evening, they came over, and Eric handed me a gorgeous bouquet of roses, while Anna gave me an envelope. We sat down at the table, Eric opened a bottle of champagne and made a toast. Then, Anna asked:

“Mom, don’t you want to see what we got you?”

“Sweetheart, you know I don’t like it when people give me money. It’s so unoriginal.”

“It’s not money. You’re going to love it.”

I opened the envelope, and inside was a trip. A 10-day stay at a wellness resort in the Poconos, with spa treatments and health therapies…

“Didn’t you like our gift, Marie?” Eric asked in surprise.

“I appreciate it, but a wellness resort? Do you think I’m 70 years old and need health treatments? If you wanted me to relax, you could’ve gotten me a trip to Florida, not a wellness center! How do you imagine it—someone young and fit like me taking hydrotherapy showers with coughing grandpas and grandmas? No, thank you, save this kind of gift for me in about 20 years!”

“Mom, we just wanted you to relax,” my daughter started to calm me down. “The Poconos has beautiful nature and fresh air. We saw it online, the rooms look great, and they have lots of activities.”

“Activities? Like what? Dancing for the 70+ crowd? Honestly, I didn’t expect this from you. I get that your husband thinks I’m a senior citizen, but you? How could you?”

I couldn’t hold back and started crying. Eric took Anna’s hand, they thanked me for dinner, and left. They didn’t even apologize.

I’m still in shock. Honestly, I won’t even tell my friends about it so they don’t laugh at me.