\nWhat happens when an ideal honeymoon doesn\u2019t live up to expectations? A surprising call from my stepdaughter led to an eye-opening lesson in appreciation\u2014one she never saw coming.\n
Life has a funny way of catching you off guard, usually when you least expect it. Becoming a stepmother at 45 was never part of my plan, especially not to someone like Brooke. When I married Gary a decade ago, I wasn\u2019t just committing to him\u2014I was embracing the idea of family as well.\n
Back then, Brooke was thirteen. Though we didn\u2019t always agree on everything, I devoted myself to making her feel loved and supported.\n
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By the time she turned twenty-three, Brooke had grown into a driven, intelligent, and\u2014if I\u2019m being honest\u2014a somewhat entitled young woman. She had grand aspirations, and Gary and I made sure to back her every step of the way. From funding her college education to ensuring she had the wedding of her dreams, we never hesitated. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened after she said, “I do.”\n
Gary and I had spared no expense for Brooke and Mason\u2019s wedding. The venue was a breathtaking vineyard adorned with glowing fairy lights, the kind straight out of a bridal catalog. It cost a small fortune, but seeing her beaming as she walked down the aisle made every penny worth it.\n
Wanting to give them an unforgettable start to their marriage, we spent weeks researching before booking an exquisite honeymoon villa in the Dominican Republic.\n
The property was nothing short of spectacular\u2014private pool, breathtaking ocean vistas, and enough room to rival a boutique resort. It exceeded our budget, but we justified it as a grand gesture of love.\n
The morning after they arrived, my phone vibrated just as I was savoring my first sip of coffee. Brooke\u2019s name flashed on the screen. Smiling, I picked up.\n
\u201cHey, sweetheart! How\u2019s paradise treating you?\u201d\n
Her voice was sharp, almost demanding. \u201cDad\u2019s there, right? Put me on speaker.\u201d\n
I hesitated but complied. \u201cOf course. What\u2019s the matter?\u201d\n
Gary, seated across from me, raised an eyebrow, mouthing, What\u2019s wrong? I shrugged and tapped the speaker option.\n
\u201cWrong?\u201d Brooke\u2019s voice dripped with frustration. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you what\u2019s wrong, Dad. This villa\u2014it\u2019s minuscule!\u201d\n
Gary blinked in confusion. \u201cMinuscule? Brooke, it\u2019s over eight hundred square meters.\u201d\n
She scoffed. \u201cExactly. Just barely. Mason and I expected something\u2026 grander. And the pool? It\u2019s laughable. I can only swim a few strokes before hitting the edge.\u201d\n
I exchanged a look with Gary, whose expression was slowly hardening. I reached out, placing a calming hand on his arm.\n
\u201cOh, and let\u2019s not even talk about the beach!\u201d Brooke continued, her irritation mounting. \u201cWe have to walk five minutes to get there. Who does that to newlyweds? You seriously couldn\u2019t find a villa with direct access? It\u2019s like you didn\u2019t even try.\u201d\n
Gary\u2019s jaw tensed, but I squeezed his arm before he could respond.\n
\u201cBrooke,\u201d I said evenly, \u201cwe put a lot of thought into choosing this villa. It has incredible reviews. We genuinely believed you\u2019d love it.\u201d\n
\u201cWell, you thought wrong. And the sun here? It doesn\u2019t even look as golden as it did in the pictures. Everything feels\u2026 subpar. Honestly, Dad, I can\u2019t believe you two were so cheap about this.\u201d\n
Gary\u2019s patience snapped. He slammed his palm against the table. \u201cCheap? Do you have any idea how much we spent on this honeymoon? Not to mention your wedding! You\u2019re acting completely ungrateful, Brooke.\u201d\n
She let out an irritated sigh. \u201cYou just don\u2019t get it, Dad. Never mind.\u201d\n
The call ended abruptly, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Gary paced the kitchen, muttering under his breath, fists clenched. \u201cUnbelievable. After all we\u2019ve done\u2014her wedding, her honeymoon\u2014this is how she repays us?\u201d\n
\u201cLove,\u201d I murmured, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. \u201cLet\u2019s not waste our energy being angry. I have an idea.\u201d\n
He halted mid-step and looked at me warily. \u201cWhat kind of idea?\u201d\n
I gave him a knowing smile. \u201cLet\u2019s give her a little lesson in gratitude.\u201d\n
If Brooke thought what we had provided wasn\u2019t up to her standards, I was about to show her what real disappointment looked like.\n
Picking up my phone, I dialed the villa\u2019s reception. When a woman answered, I spoke calmly.\n
\u201cHi, this is Marianne. My husband and I reserved a luxurious villa for a honeymoon stay, but there\u2019s been a change of plans. I need to cancel the remaining nights and downgrade the booking.\u201d\n
The receptionist sounded perplexed. \u201cDowngrade, ma\u2019am? Could you clarify?\u201d\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I replied. \u201cPlease transfer them to your simplest, no-frills room\u2014no private pool, no chef, and absolutely no ocean view. Do you have something like that?\u201d\n
There was a brief pause. \u201cUh, yes, ma\u2019am. We have a standard room in the adjoining hotel. Would that suffice?\u201d\n
\u201cPerfect,\u201d I said, smirking. \u201cOne more thing\u2014I\u2019d like to be notified the moment they\u2019re informed of the change.\u201d\n
The receptionist hesitated. \u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 an unusual request, but I\u2019ll see what I can do.\u201d\n
As I hung up, Gary let out a low whistle. \u201cYou\u2019re merciless.\u201d\n
\u201cJust exhausted from being unappreciated,\u201d I shrugged.\n
A few hours later, the anticipated call came through. I placed it on speaker.\n
\u201cThis is villa management,\u201d an official-sounding voice announced. \u201cWe regret to inform you that your reservation has been modified. You\u2019ll be relocating to a standard hotel room next door.\u201d\n
A shriek erupted from the line. \u201cWHAT?! That\u2019s a mistake! We\u2019re in the honeymoon suite! My parents paid for this!\u201d\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid it\u2019s not an error,\u201d the manager replied politely. \u201cThe new booking reflects their updated request.\u201d\n
Brooke\u2019s voice turned ice-cold. \u201cWhat do you mean, updated request?\u201d\n
I muffled a laugh behind my hand. Gary simply shook his head, grinning.\n
Minutes later, my phone buzzed again\u2014Brooke. I answered, keeping my tone casual.\n
\u201cHi, Brooke.\u201d\n
\u201cMarianne!\u201d she screeched. \u201cWe just got a call saying we\u2019re being moved to some awful budget hotel room! Fix this immediately!\u201d\n
\u201cOh, that?\u201d I said, feigning innocence. \u201cWell, since you found the villa unsatisfactory, I thought a more modest accommodation might suit your standards better. We certainly wouldn\u2019t want to offend you with our cheap choices.\u201d\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious!\u201d she wailed. \u201cThis place is a nightmare!\u201d\n
\u201cOh? I\u2019m so sorry to hear that,\u201d I replied sweetly. \u201cPerhaps now you\u2019ll recognize what you had. Gratitude, Brooke. It\u2019s an important trait.\u201d\n
Her scream of frustration could probably be heard across the Caribbean.\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Dad?\u201d she demanded.\n
Gary leaned in. \u201cBrooke, enough. We\u2019ve given you the best of everything, and this is how you respond? Complaining about the shade of the sun and the size of a pool? Grow up.\u201d\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need a lecture, Dad!\u201d she snapped.\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cYou needed a reality check. And you just got one.\u201d\n
\u201cYou\u2019re ruining my honeymoon!\u201d\n
I exhaled calmly. \u201cNo, Brooke. You ruined it yourself.\u201d\n
For the rest of the week, we didn\u2019t hear from her. Then, finally, she called again\u2014this time, subdued.\n
\u201cHi, Dad. Hi, Marianne.\u201d\n
Gary responded cautiously. \u201cHey, Brooke. How are you?\u201d\n
A pause. Then: \u201cI\u2026 I just wanted to apologize. For everything. I\u2019ve been\u2026 ungrateful.\u201d\n
Gary softened. \u201cJust a little?\u201d\n
\u201c\u2026A lot.\u201d\n
I smiled. \u201cThat\u2019s all we wanted, sweetheart.\u201d\n
And finally, the lesson was learned.\n
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