My mother and I didn’t have the best relationship but she adored my husband (I think she thought, “Well at least the idiot is in good hands.”) His mother loved me and told me after my mother died, “Well, I’m your mother now.”

What a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing with us.

Awwww, happy tears!!!!

I had a similar yet opposite experience. My husband and I are gay. We used to split up for Christmas, the logistics were just too much, even though everyone loved everyone, and we’d reconvene back at the apartment once we returned.

Truly awful. Sending you internet hugs right now. 

My husband and I worked really hard to pick an appropriate gift for our very close, very stylish friends. They lived in a huge, meticulously decorated home and had very particular tastes. We settled on a lovely, not inexpensive artisan fruit bowl. We were both so pleased at how much they liked it. I legit saw it in…

Please tell me you started dating the doorman after that.

I am aghast, only because the LDS Church hands those out for free and your friend was an absolute cheapskate.

Or extra strength laxatives.

Amy advised a mustache waxing kit? Jeez.

Yes! Every.Damn.Year my mom would buy me clothes 2 to 3 sizes larger than I am. With sparkly shit on it. I’ve kept one shirt. It’s black and grey and in my size. I’ve more or less been the same size since I was 16, so she had decades to get it right. One shirt.

This is actually really sweet in its own weird way.

Not a gift for me, but for my husband from his mother. I don’t know why she regularly gives him the odd gifts. Over the years, she’s gotten him an adult Batman onesie with a cape on it, manila file folders, and those plumbing snake things for when your drain is clogged. We struggle getting along with her, but I know…

I want you to be my internet bff 

Yikes.

A) fuck your mom, what a horrific way to treat your child

FUCK OFF SERIOUSLY?

Tiny holiday party at work. We did secret Santa with a $20 spending limit. We list 3 items we want, throw it in a hat and draw names at random. I got a gift card. It was for more than the $20 we agreed on, but even so I was disappointed.

This gift wasn’t given to me personally but it was still pretty awful from my perspective:

I was a fat kid in a family of tall skinny women (most of whom were models at one time or another). One year my sister gave me a pack of twinkies.