My mom gave up everything to raise me after Dad walked out. She sacrificed her happiness so I could have mine. At 23, I thought helping her find love was the least I could do. So, I made her a dating profile and encouraged her to put herself out there again. What I never expected? Her first match was my boss.
The next morning, at work, I noticed Michael—usually stoic—grinning at his phone. My friend Natalie joked that he must be in love. Out of curiosity, I peeked. My heart dropped: he was texting my mother. They even had a dinner date scheduled that night.
Panicked, I knew I had to stop it. Michael was about to leave early—unheard of. Desperate, I faked a report issue to delay him, then accidentally-on-purpose spilled coffee on his laptop to ruin his evening plans.
He was furious but stayed to salvage his work.
I felt terrible. But the thought of Mom dating my boss? I couldn’t handle it. Maybe I robbed her of a chance… but I wasn’t ready to call him “Dad.”
Not yet.
