My birthday party took an unexpected turn when my father-in-law, Frank, presented me with a weight loss machine in front of our guests. I’m Anna, 32, juggling two kids, a husband often away, and in-laws next door. Frank’s disapproval had always been evident, but this gift was a new low.

Despite my exhaustion from caring for five-year-old Sophie and three-month-old Ben, I had been excited about my birthday. Sam, my husband, had left me beautiful gold earrings, making me feel appreciated. However, Frank’s “gift” left me humiliated.

I fled to the attic, trying to regain composure. There, I found an old suitcase labeled “Frank’s stuff.” Inside were two embarrassing books about being a “real man” and “fixing bedroom troubles.” A plan formed in my mind.

Returning to the party, I announced, “I have a gift for Frank too,” holding up the books. The room erupted in laughter. Frank turned red, and Martha, my mother-in-law, calmly said, “Oh, you definitely still need them, dear.”

The laughter continued, and I felt victorious. Martha later apologized, assuring me I’d always be family. As I called Sam to share the day’s events, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Despite everything, I felt pretty damn good.

“Hey, birthday girl,” Sam’s voice came through the phone. “How was your day?”

I took a deep breath. “Oh, honey, you wouldn’t believe what happened…”