I Created a Tinder Profile for My Lonely Mother, but Regretted It When I Saw Who Was Messaging Her — Story of the Day

My mom gave up everything to raise me. After my dad bailed, she was always there for me, the only one. All I wanted was to do something nice for her. So, I figured it wasn’t too late for her to find love on a dating app. But Lord, what I definitely DIDN’T EXPECT was finding out who she was going on a date with!

My name is Lucy, and I’m 23 years old. Like I usually do on weekends, I went to visit my mother, Phoebe, one weekend.

I am her only daughter, and she has no one else. My father left the family when I was very young, and since then, my mother has always been alone.

I was her main priority, and with all the care she gave me, she never had time for her personal life. My mother is 56, and finding a partner at her age is not easy, but I stayed optimistic about helping her.

We were at her house, and I was standing there with my phone, taking pictures of her and showing her how to pose.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the living room. The room was cozy, filled with family photos and mementos of my childhood.

“Mom, stand by the window,” I instructed, trying to capture the best light. “No, not like that, more gracefully, like a cat.”

“A cat? Lucy, at my age?” Mom replied shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“It’s never too late to feel like a woman. Listen to what I say. And don’t look at the camera. Pretend you’re gazing mysteriously out the window…”

Phoebe hesitated but complied, standing by the window with a slight tilt to her head, looking out with a soft, pensive expression.

“Oh… Hold still… Got it!” I exclaimed, snapping the picture. I showed it to her with a big smile. “See? You look amazing, Mom!”

She looked at the photo, and a small smile crept onto her face. “You think so?”

“Absolutely! This is perfect for your Tinder profile,” I said, editing the photo a bit before uploading it.

“Sweetheart, are you sure this is a good idea? I’m not young anymore; who would want me there…” she trailed off, doubt evident in her voice.

“Mom! Don’t say that about yourself. Life doesn’t end at fifty! Love knows no age!” I said firmly, looking into her eyes to emphasize my words. “You deserve to find happiness too.”

Together, we worked on adding a description for her profile. We laughed as we brainstormed the right words to describe her warm heart, love for gardening, and passion for cooking.

“How about this: ‘Loving mother and avid gardener looking for someone to share laughs and good meals with. Believes love is timeless and life is full of surprises.’ What do you think?” I asked.

Phoebe chuckled softly. “It sounds lovely, Lucy. Thank you for doing this for me.”

“Of course, Mom. You deserve to find someone special,” I said, giving her a hug. “Now, let me show you how to use the app.”

After a quick tutorial on swiping left and right, I felt confident that she was ready to dive into the world of online dating.

We shared one last laugh over the absurdity of it all before I said goodbye and headed back home, feeling hopeful about what the future might hold for her.

The next day, I arrived at the office, and as usual, my workday began with coffee and gossip with my office friend, Natalie.

The office kitchen buzzed with early morning chatter as we grabbed our coffees and settled at a table in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a comforting start to the day.

Natalie immediately leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “You won’t believe this, Lucy. Michael, our boss, has been looking at his phone all day and smiling like a kid.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Michael? Smiling? What’s going on with him?”

Natalie grinned, her excitement palpable. “A woman. I’m sure he has someone. I mean, it’s the only explanation. Michael is always so focused on work and never distracted. But today, he’s been glued to his phone, smiling like a teenager in love.”

The thought of Michael, our workaholic boss, being smitten was amusing. We had never seen him with a woman, let alone acting like this.

“We have to find out who it is!” I declared, my curiosity piqued.

At that moment, we devised a plan. Natalie approached Michael, carrying a stack of documents. “Michael, could you take a look? I can’t seem to find last week’s report,” she said, feigning confusion.

Michael sighed, setting his phone aside reluctantly. “Natalie, you’ve worked here for years. Let me see,” he replied, taking the documents from her.

While Michael was distracted by Natalie, I quietly took his phone from the desk. My heart raced as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

It was my mother! He was messaging my mom! Their conversation had been going on since last night. My mind raced as I scrolled through the messages.

They had already arranged a date for that evening; Mom had invited him to dinner at her place. Panic set in. “No, no, this can’t be! Not this,” I thought frantically. How could this be real?

Why him, Mom? I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to work with my boss as my future stepfather. No! I couldn’t let it happen. I had to stop it.

When Natalie and I reconvened, she immediately began asking, “So, who is it? Do you know her?”

I forced a smile and lied, “Oh, just some girl. Nothing special.” Inside, I was panicking. I needed to come up with a plan to prevent Michael from going on that date. If he went, it would ruin everything. My mind raced with possible solutions.

The workday was coming to an end, and I saw Michael hurrying to finish his work. It was so unusual because Michael was always the last to leave.

But I knew where he was rushing to, and it was crucial to ensure he didn’t make it. Seeing Michael packing up, I approached him with my laptop.

“Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry… But sure, what do you need?” he replied, glancing at the clock.

“I can’t get this report right. Could you please check if everything is correct?” I handed him my laptop, hoping he wouldn’t notice the deliberate errors I had planted.

Michael sighed and took the laptop from me. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, opening the file and starting to review the report.

As he went through the report, pointing out mistakes and explaining corrections, I couldn’t help but notice his project on his computer screen.

It was a project he had been diligently working on all day to complete before his date. My heart pounded as I realized he would finish in no time.

“Lucy, I didn’t expect these kinds of mistakes from you; you usually do great work. What’s going on?” he asked, looking up at me with concern.

“Sorry, I’m not feeling well,” I mumbled, trying to hide my anxiety.

Michael finished reviewing the report much faster than I had anticipated. “It’s done. Now, please don’t distract me; I need to finish a few things,” he said, quickly pushing my laptop aside and reopening his project file.

Panic surged through me. Fearful he would finish in time, I did something horrible. Next to Michael’s laptop was a cup of coffee. I knocked it over, pretending it was an accident, and it spilled all over his laptop.

“No! Lucy, what have you done!?” Michael shouted, grabbing the laptop and trying to save it. But it was too late. The laptop wouldn’t start.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I stammered, guilt washing over me.

Michael looked at the laptop in disappointment, then checked the time on his phone and sighed sadly. He typed something on his phone and slowly took off his coat, sitting back at his desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay… I’ll have to redo the project on another computer. Don’t worry about it,” he said, clearly frustrated.

I felt terrible. Until I saw the result of my actions, I hadn’t realized what I had done. But it was done, and nothing could change it. Mom probably wouldn’t be too upset; she would find a better match. That’s what I told myself to feel better.

Returning to my desk, I felt even worse. I was a terrible daughter, colleague, and person. I called my mom and heard her quiet, sad voice.

“Maybe this isn’t for me, sweetheart. I think I’ll stop using the app; it’s too hard for me,” she said softly.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll come over tonight,” I replied, my heart breaking.

I knew I had to fix things. So I went to Michael’s office once more. “Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“There is one more thing I want to ask you…” I needed to make things right.

That evening, I knocked on my mom’s door. My heart raced as I waited, knowing I had to come clean. The door opened, and there stood my mother, looking shocked as she saw me standing with Michael.

“Lucy? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.

Michael looked equally bewildered. “Why did you bring me here, Lucy?” he asked. He had been kind enough to give me a ride after work, not knowing I had a bigger plan in mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Mom, Michael, I need to confess something. I tried to sabotage your date,” I blurted out, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.

Phoebe’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”

Michael frowned, looking between me and my mom. “Lucy, what do you mean?”

I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. “Phoebe is my mom. When I found out you were going on a date, I panicked and only thought about myself. I worried about how it would affect me and focused only on my feelings. In my selfishness, I forgot how this would impact you,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

Phoebe’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Lucy, why would you do that? You know I haven’t dated in so long.”

“I know, Mom. And that’s why I feel so terrible,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. “I was scared and selfish. I didn’t think about how happy this could make you. I was only thinking about myself and how awkward it would be to have my boss as my stepfather.”

Michael looked thoughtful, his initial shock giving way to understanding. “Lucy, I had no idea Phoebe was your mother. But I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to admit you were wrong.”

I nodded, wiping away a tear. “I’m really sorry. Now, I realize that you two might be perfect for each other. Maybe fate brought you together because you’ve both had such a hard time finding someone.”

Phoebe smiled gently. “Sweetheart, I understand why you felt that way. But you need to know that my happiness means the world to me, and if Michael can bring that happiness, then we should give it a chance.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Lucy, your mom is a wonderful woman. I would be honored to get to know her better.”

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “Now that you know the truth, I just want to say one thing. No matter what happens, if you’re happy, then I’m happier. I hope I can fix my mistake.”

Phoebe gave me a warm hug. “You already have, sweetheart. Thank you for being honest.”

She then turned to Michael and invited him inside. “Come on in, Michael. Let’s have that dinner.”

Michael smiled and stepped inside. “Thank you, Phoebe.”

My mom looked at me and extended the invitation. “Would you like to join us, Lucy?”

I shook my head with a smile. “No, Mom. This evening should be yours. Enjoy it.”

As the door closed behind them, I felt a surge of joy. I got into my car and drove home, feeling lighter and happier. After all, I was right—love knows no age.

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My Husband Kept Taking Our Kids to ‘Visit Grandma’—Until One Day, My Daughter Revealed, ‘Grandma Is Just a Secret Code’

When my husband started taking our children to visit their grandmother every week, I thought nothing of it. But when my daughter let something suspicious slip about their weekly outings, I found myself trailing them one day.

I never thought I’d question my husband’s honesty until recently. See, Mike had always been a dependable partner and an incredible father to our two kids, Ava, seven, and Ben, who had just turned five. But lately, he’d been acting strange.

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Two siblings | Source: Midjourney

My husband was an amazing and present father to our children. He played hide-and-seek in the backyard with them, attended school plays without complaint, and was the kind of dad who always had time for one more bedtime story.

So I didn’t think twice when he started taking the kids to “visit Grandma,” his mother, every Saturday morning. His mom, Diane, had always doted on our kids. She baked cookies with them, taught them how to knit, and even let them “help” with her garden.

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A happy grandmother with her grandchildren | Source: Midjourney

After losing her husband a year ago, Mike seemed determined to ensure she wasn’t lonely, and I admired that about him. They’d gotten closer since, and for months he’d visit her with the children on Saturdays.

But then… little things started bothering me.

For starters, my mother-in-law (MIL) stopped mentioning the visits. We usually spoke at least once a week, and she’d always gushed about the kids.

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A happy grandmother | Source: Midjourney

But when I casually asked if she enjoyed seeing them so regularly, there was an odd pause. “Oh, uh, yes. Of course, sweetie,” she replied, but her voice had a weird edge like she wasn’t telling me the whole story. I chalked it up to grief.

Maybe she was struggling more than I realized.

Then there was Mike’s insistence that I stay home. “It’s bonding time for my mom and the kids, plus you need a break and some time to yourself, Amy,” he’d say, pulling me close for a quick kiss. “Enjoy a quiet house for once.”

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A husband kissing his wife | Source: Midjourney

He wasn’t wrong—I loved the peaceful mornings—but something about how he avoided eye contact when I offered to tag along made me wonder. I should’ve trusted my gut.

One crisp Saturday morning, Ava came rushing back inside after Mike and Ben were already buckled in the car. “Forgot my jacket!” she called out, her ginger curls bouncing as she darted past me.

“Don’t forget to behave at Grandma’s!” I teased, ruffling her hair as she grabbed her coat. She froze mid-step and turned to me, her face serious. Then she said something I could never forget…

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

My daughter paused mid-run, giving me a strange look.

“Mommy,” she whispered, like she was sharing a secret, “Grandma is just a SECRET CODE.”

I blinked, my heart skipping. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Ava’s cheeks flushed, and her eyes widened. She quickly glanced in the direction of my husband outside, like she’d already said too much. “I’m not supposed to tell,” she mumbled, then bolted outside before I could ask anything else!

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A nervous girl | Source: Midjourney

I stood there in the doorway, watching them get ready to drive off, my mind racing. Secret code? What could that mean? Was Mike lying about where he was taking them? My stomach churned as I imagined the possibilities. Was “Grandma” a code for something he was hiding—or someone else?

I needed answers, and it was now or never. Without thinking, I grabbed my purse and keys, my hands shaking as I did so. Mentally canceling my plans for the day, I decided to follow them secretly.

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A worried woman holding car keys and her purse | Source: Midjourney

Mike’s car took an unexpected turn, one that definitely wasn’t toward Diane’s house!

I trailed behind, careful to keep my distance. My pulse quickened when he pulled into the parking lot of a quiet park on the other side of town. From my spot a few rows back, I watched him get out with our children, holding their hands as they approached a bench under a large oak tree.

Then I saw her…

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A woman, maybe in her late thirties, with auburn hair tied back in a loose ponytail, was waiting near the bench. She held the hand of a little girl—maybe nine years old, with the same hair color.

My chest tightened as I watched the little girl break into a grin and sprint toward Mike, who knelt to scoop her into his arms like he’d done it a hundred times before! Ava and Ben giggled as they joined the older girl, the three of them playing while my husband spoke to the woman.

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Children playing | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t just sit there! My anger and the need for answers burned in my chest! But my legs felt like jelly as I stepped out of the car and approached them, my heart pounding in my ears. Mike’s face paled the moment he saw me.

“Amy,” he said, standing so quickly the woman flinched. “What are you doing here?”

I folded my arms, willing my voice not to shake. “I think I should be asking you that. Who is she? And who is that little girl?”

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An upset woman standing | Source: Midjourney

Before he could answer, Ava and Ben spotted me and came running, calling out, “Mommy,” with the little girl in tow.

“Honey, could you guys please go and play on the swings while Mommy and I talk?” Mike said, intercepting the children, who quickly turned back to the playground.

The woman looked away, her face pale. My husband ran a hand through his hair, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t decide where to start. Finally, he gestured for me to sit down. “We need to talk,” he said quietly.

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A remorseful man | Source: Midjourney

The woman introduced herself as Hannah, and the girl was Lily—her daughter. As Mike began explaining, my stomach twisted in knots.

Years before he and I met, he had a brief relationship with Hannah. When she found out she was pregnant, he panicked.

“I wasn’t ready to be a dad,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. “I told her I couldn’t be involved. It was… the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

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An embarrassed man | Source: Midjourney

Hannah raised Lily alone, never asking Mike for help. But a few months ago, they ran into each other at a coffee shop. Lily, now old enough to start asking questions, had learned about Mike and wanted to meet him.

Hannah had been hesitant and worried about disrupting his family life, but Mike insisted on building a relationship with his daughter.

“And the kids?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why involve Ava and Ben without telling me first?!”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Mike hesitated, rubbing his temples. “I didn’t know how to explain it. I was afraid you’d be angry—or worse. I thought it would be better to ease them into it first. I know it was wrong, Amy, but I just… I didn’t want to lose you!”

I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs! He’d lied to me! He’d taken our kids to meet a sister they didn’t even know they had, while I was left completely in the dark. But as I looked at Lily, who was now playing tag with Ava and Ben, something inside me softened.

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Children playing | Source: Midjourney

This wasn’t about Mike’s betrayal—it was about a little girl who wanted to know her father. I told him we’d finish our conversation at home, introduced myself properly to Hannah, and then said goodbye to all the children before driving back home to mull things over.

That night, my husband and I had the longest conversation of our marriage, while the kids were actually at Grandma’s place, sleeping over for the night. I yelled, I cried, and I demanded to know why he thought lying was the answer.

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An angry woman shouting | Source: Midjourney

He listened, apologizing over and over, his voice breaking as he admitted how much he regretted his choices. Mike also confessed that Diane knew about Hannah and her daughter, and agreed to cover for him on the days he took the children to see Lily.

My MIL had warned him not to keep it a secret from me, but he’d believed that he could tell me in due time. It wasn’t easy, but I started to see the situation for what it was: a man trying to make amends for a mistake that had haunted him for years.

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I asked him to invite Hannah and Lily over. If they were going to be part of our lives, I needed to meet them properly. When they arrived, Lily was shy at first, clinging to her mother’s side.

But since we’d already fetched Ava and Ben, they ran up to her like old friends, and soon the three of them were sprawled on the living room floor, building a tower of blocks! I won’t lie, the sight warmed my heart. Children somehow had that superpower over me.

Children playing | Source: Midjourney

Children playing | Source: Midjourney

Hannah and I sat at the kitchen table, awkward at first but eventually settling into an easy conversation. She wasn’t the enemy I’d imagined in my head. She was a single mom who had done her best for her daughter, and now she just wanted Lily to have the family she deserved.

It’s been a few months since that day, and while it hasn’t been perfect, our family is stronger for it. Lily comes over every weekend now, and Ava and Ben adore her! Mike and I are working on rebuilding the trust that his secrecy broke, but I’m proud of the progress we’ve made.

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A happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. What started as a story of suspicion and betrayal became one of forgiveness and second chances. And now, every Saturday, we all go to the park together—no secrets, no lies, just family.

A happy couple at the park | Source: Midjourney

A happy couple at the park | Source: Midjourney

In a similar but different tale, a wife discovered her husband had a second secret phone and when she read his messages, she found something that eventually led to the end of their marriage.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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