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*