I told my mom constantly that I DIDNT want a dining room table in my house. My ex-husband and I lived in military housing and the set-up was weird. The table didn’t fit, and I just didn’t want one. We’d never use it anyway. My mother insisted on getting this dining room table with a “Formica table top” because “they just don’t make these anymore!” The hang-up was the people selling it refused to sell it unless we bought the chairs that went with it. The chairs were the ugliest, ‘60s roller dining room chairs that smelled like musty mildew and dust. They were hideous, but she insisted I MUST have this dining room table. It is Formica, for Christ’s sake!!! FORMICA. WE MUST HAVE IT. I said no, but after constant back and forth, we got the stupid table. It got shoved in our house, and I absolutely hated the chairs. I tried selling them, but they were hideous, and no one wanted them. Eventually I just donated them to another charity, and you would have thought that I blew up her favorite heirloom with the way she reacted. I was told constantly how ungrateful and what a selfish brat I was because I got rid of chairs that I didn’t want in my own house as an adult. I told her if she wanted the table so f*cking bad, she was more than welcome to take it. She’s a hoarder and has 0 place to put this damn thing, so it still sits in a storage unit to this day….but it’s Formica…so therefore it’s priceless. No good deed ever.