My mother-in-law called every day at exactly 2:00 a.m. We couldn’t sleep because of her and were furious, until we discovered the real reason for these calls 😱😨
After the wedding, my husband and I enjoyed a quiet and comfortable life in our apartment. Everything was fine… until a strange nighttime call.
At 2:00 a.m., the phone rang. My husband woke up before me, answered it, and turned pale.
“Mom… are you okay?” he whispered.
She simply asked:
“Darling, are you asleep? Are you okay?”
It was strange, but we thought maybe her mother wasn’t feeling well or was having trouble sleeping. I even felt a little compassion for her.
But the next night, the call came again. And again—exactly at 2:00 a.m. She called, spoke almost in a whisper, and always asked the same question:
“Darling, are you sleeping? I just wanted to know if everything was okay with you.”
We started to get angry. We were exhausted, we couldn’t sleep, and my husband couldn’t concentrate at work. I was getting more and more irritated.
The third night, I suggested turning off the phones. But at 2:30 a.m…. someone knocked at the door. It was my mother-in-law. She was in her nightgown, barefoot. Not a hint of embarrassment on her face.
“I couldn’t reach you… and I was scared,” she said calmly as she entered the apartment.
I was furious. But my husband always tried to remain patient. He loved his mother, even though he admitted it wasn’t normal.
This lasted for over a week. We dreaded the night. We asked her to stop, begged her… in vain.
One day, I even yelled at her, but she just smiled. When, after several days, we finally discovered the real reason for these nighttime calls, we were simply horrified. 😨😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
That day, we decided to turn off the phones again. We finally wanted to be able to sleep. We were sure our mother-in-law would come back.
But that night, she didn’t come. We were surprised and even relieved. I woke up very happy and rested.
That same day, my husband and I decided to visit her. Just to check—maybe she was angry or sick.
When we opened the door to her apartment, a strange smell hit us… She was dead in her armchair. Phone in hand. It was turned off.
Her death occurred around 2:00 in the morning.
And then it hit us like a bolt from the blue: we hadn’t received any more calls because she couldn’t make any more. She was just afraid of dying alone; she could feel everything, and we were heartless people.
Always answer your parents’ calls. Maybe they’re calling you one last time.
