Her DIL Shamed Her For Wearing A Bathing Suit In Her Older Years But Karma Was Watching

One afternoon, I was wearing this gorgeous black two-piece swimsuit, and Donald showered me with compliments. We stopped for a quick smooch — the kind that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach even after all these years.

Well, wouldn’t you know it, a sweet little girl skipped up to us, all smiles and sunshine. Before we knew it, she’d whipped out her phone and captured that very moment — Donald in his outrageous floral swimming trunks (bless his adventurous heart!), and me in my trusty black two-piece.

Looking at that picture, honey, a tear welled up in my eye.

We weren’t teenagers anymore, sure, but the love in that picture? Pure, golden, and young at heart. I even mustered the courage to ask the little darling to send it over — a memento of sorts, you see.

Back home, with the sunshine still clinging to my skin like a happy memory, I couldn’t resist sharing that picture on Facebook.

The comments section started filling up faster than a pie dish at Thanksgiving.

“You two look adorable, Patsy!”, “Couple goals!”, all that heartwarming stuff.

Then, wham! Like a bucket of ice water dumped right on my happy parade, I saw my daughter-in-law Janice’s comment:

“How does she even DARE to show her WRINKLED body in a swimsuit?!Moreover, kissing her husband at her age is grosssss. How UGLY she looks TBH lol!”

My jaw about hit the floor. “Wrinkled”? “Grosssss”? I reread the message, each word like a rusty nail being hammered into my heart.

Tears welled up again, hot and angry this time. Donald would be livid, I knew for sure. I immediately took a screenshot of the comment, and bam! It just vanished.