The Weirdest Valentine’s Gift Ever
My husband and I **commute together** every day, and after a long workday, we were looking forward to a quiet Valentine’s Day at home. Maybe order some takeout, watch a movie—**simple, cozy, perfect**.
But when we arrived at our apartment, we were **greeted by a sight that stopped us in our tracks**.
Our front door was **completely covered** in **paper hearts** with handwritten messages. Some were the typical **“Happy Valentine’s Day!”**, while others had a… **different tone**:
– **”We miss you so much!”**
– **”Come visit soon, sweetheart!”**
– **”Love you forever!”**
Two **huge** red and pink balloons floated on either side of the door, and **a gift bag** sat neatly in front of it.
One glance was enough to **identify the culprit**.
**His mother.**
### **An Overbearing Love… or Obsession?**
My MIL and FIL live **twenty minutes away**. We see them every **two to three weeks**, which we both felt was **reasonable**. But for MIL? That was **unacceptable**.
She constantly texted about how much she **missed her “sweet boy”**, guilt-tripping my husband about **not visiting enough**. She even kept **track** of how long it had been since our last visit.
But this? **This was a new level of weird.**
I sighed, already exhausted. **”Do we even want to know what’s in the bag?”**
My husband groaned. **”I doubt it’s chocolate.”**
### **The Gift That Took It Too Far**
Curious (and slightly afraid), I picked up the **suspicious gift bag** and pulled out the contents.
My **eyes widened**.
It was a **pajama set.**
But not just **any** pajama set—**matching** ones. For my husband and his mother.
**Matching. Pajamas.**
**For Valentine’s Day.**
I looked at my husband. His face was frozen in **absolute horror**.
There was also **a card**. I braced myself before opening it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to my precious boy! Hope you love the gift—I got the same set so we can match next time you visit! Love you forever! Mom ❤️”**
I had to physically **stop myself** from bursting out laughing.
My husband, however, **looked like he wanted to crawl into the earth and disappear.**
**”Nope.”** He dropped the bag on the floor. **”Nope, nope, nope.”**
### **What Do We Even Say to This?!**
I bit my lip. **”So… do we call her and thank her? Or do we set the pajamas on fire first?”**
He ran a hand down his face. **”If I acknowledge this, she’ll think it’s normal. I don’t want to encourage her.”**
I nodded. **”Smart. So… bonfire?”**
He sighed. **”Trash first. Bonfire if she ever brings it up again.”**
We **shoved the pajamas deep into the trash bin**, hoping that was the last we’d hear about it.
But knowing my MIL? This was **far from over**.
Gift baskets