MY MOTHER-IN-LAW GIFTED ME A MATTRESS – I WAS HORRIFIED TO DISCOVER HER TRUE INTENTION

My mother-in-law gave me a mattress of exceptional quality. I had never experienced such comfort, and my nights were incredibly restful. A month after I started sleeping on it, I discovered I was pregnant. Given my difficulty conceiving, this was nothing short of a miracle.

We had gotten into the habit of letting our baby sleep with us on this mattress. But one day, after a nighttime accident, I decided to remove the cover to wash it. When my husband helped me remove it, his face immediately froze, then he turned pale.

Without a word, he took the mattress outside, ran to the garage to get gasoline and, to my horror, set it on fire.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I screamed, panicked.

He looked at me with an intensity I didn’t know he had and said in a deep voice,

“Honey, you should never have slept on that mattress… My mother had hidden something in it.”

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My mother-in-law gave me the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever had. From the first nights, I was overwhelmed by the quality of my sleep. This mattress seemed perfect, providing unparalleled well-being.

When I married Toby, I discovered in Julia an exceptional mother-in-law. Welcoming and caring, she treated me like her own daughter from day one.

“I told you so,” Toby would often tell me when I expressed my gratitude to her. “She always had you in her heart.”

Despite her age, Julia was a vibrant and lively woman. She frequently spent time at our home, making sure we lacked for nothing, especially in the kitchen.

“I love to please you with good food,” she would say when declining my help.

Her sense of humor and warm presence filled our home with joy. With my own family living across the country, Julia became an indispensable mother figure.

Three years after we were married, Toby and I decided to expand our family.

“If you’re ready, I am too,” he had told me enthusiastically.

Sadly, months passed without success, and we began to consider the possibility that we might not be able to have children naturally.

“Shall we keep trying?” I asked.

Toby nodded, but I could see how much he wanted to be a father.

I asked Julia for advice, but I didn’t feel sure. She introduced me to various wellness techniques, including fertility massages. She even gave us a new mattress, believing it would help.

“Surely your body just needs more rest,” she suggested.

“Do you think that’s excessive?” I asked Toby as we settled into our new bed.

“Sure,” he admitted, “but who knows? Our old mattress was so uncomfortable.”

And, against all odds, a month later, I was pregnant. Moved and incredulous, I hesitated to announce it at first. But seeing Toby’s reaction, joyfully lifting his face to the sky and thanking fate, I knew that our dream was coming true.

Nine months later, our daughter, Maddie, was born. Julia was an invaluable support, helping us in our new life as parents.

However, one evening, a trivial incident turned our perception of Julia upside down. Maddie had an accident on our bed, requiring a complete cleaning of the mattress. As I went to bathe our daughter, Toby began to remove the bedding. It was then that he made a disturbing discovery: hidden under the mattress was a small silk bag filled with dried herbs.

Intrigued, we wondered what it was. Toby was convinced that it was a mixture of herbs intended to promote fertility.

“Do you think Julia put this here without telling us?” I asked, troubled.

The night was restless, and in the morning, Toby made a radical decision: he burned the mattress in our yard. His gaze fixed on the flames, he seemed to exorcise an invisible presence.

When Julia arrived later that day, Toby confronted her.

“Mom, why didn’t you tell us?” he asked, his voice strained.

Julia looked down before answering softly,

“I just wanted to help you. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to believe in something mystical. I thought if it worked, you’d just be happy.”

“But how can we be sure?” I asked, upset. “What if Maddie wasn’t just a coincidence, but a result of those herbs?”

“Does it really matter?” Julia whispered, tears in her eyes. “She’s your daughter, she’s here, and she loves you.”