My Son Sent Out A ‘Husband Wanted’ Ad For Me, And Now My Phone Keeps Ringing
When I heard my phone buzzing non-stop with calls from strangers asking about a “husband ad,” I was beyond confused—until I realized my son was the mastermind behind it all. Little did I know, his well-meaning scheme would turn my quiet life into a whirlwind of unexpected possibilities.
Life as a single mom had its quiet rhythms. I’d been raising Nate on my own for almost a decade since my husband passed away. After his death, I threw myself into work and focused on being both mom and dad to Nate. Dating had seemed almost… impossible. Who had the time?
Most of my days were spent running my small graphic design business from home, while nights were filled with TV shows I’d watch half-heartedly as I sketched out client projects. I’d convinced myself that this quiet, solitary life was all I needed, but my son—my sweet, nosy, occasionally meddling 14-year-old—saw things differently.
He knew I’d been through a lot, watching me struggle to keep everything together when he was younger. And lately, he’d started asking questions like, “Mom, don’t you get lonely?” and “Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone around to help out?”
I’d always brush it off with a laugh, telling him I was fine. But I knew Nate wanted to see me happy. He wanted me to share my life with someone who’d make me smile again. What I didn’t expect was that he’d take matters into his own hands.
One morning, as I was buttering a slice of toast, my phone started ringing. The screen flashed an unfamiliar number, but I ignored it, assuming it was spam. Then it buzzed again. And again. And again. I frowned, half-annoyed and half-curious, and picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Sarah?” A cheerful male voice came through the line.
“Yes… who’s calling?”
“I’m calling about the, uh, husband ad?” The voice sounded as confused as I felt.
“Husband ad?” My voice came out sharp and incredulous.
The man chuckled, clearly sensing my shock. “Your son posted a lovely ad for you on social media. Said you’re funny, sweet, and… well, in need of some companionship.”
I gasped, slapping my hand over my mouth. “Oh, my God.”
Before I could respond, another call buzzed in, and I quickly hung up, staring at my phone in disbelief. I didn’t even need to ask—I already knew who was behind this.
“Nate!” I called, storming into the living room.
Nate looked up from his cereal, giving me that sheepish smile he wore whenever he knew he was in trouble. “Morning, Mom.”
“Did you… post something about me online?” I asked, waving my phone around like it was on fire.
He shrugged innocently. “I just thought… you know, you’re always working, always taking care of me, and you never go out. I thought maybe I could help you meet someone nice.”
“Nate! You’re fourteen!” I spluttered. “You’re not my matchmaker!”
“Mom, you’re great! You’re funny and you deserve someone who can, like, make you laugh and take you out on dates.” He looked up at me, his eyes earnest. “You’ve done so much for me. I just wanted to do something for you.”
I sighed, torn between frustration and a surge of affection. He was just trying to look out for me in his own way, even if it was completely misguided. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone to see the now-viral post.
“Seeking: a kind, funny, amazing husband for my incredible mom! She’s got the best sense of humor and makes the world’s best pancakes. Only serious applicants apply!”
The post had exploded, with dozens of people commenting and sharing it. Nate had attached a couple of photos of me, some that I didn’t even know he’d taken, including one where I was laughing, eyes crinkled and carefree. He’d really thought this through.
Before I could fully process the situation, another notification popped up. This time, it was a message from someone named Greg, who had commented, “Hi, Sarah. I’d love to get to know you. Coffee, maybe?”
Nate’s face lit up. “Mom, you should go. He seems nice! And he’s local.”
I groaned, caught between curiosity and mortification. “Fine,” I sighed. “But only if you delete this post and promise never to do this again.”
He beamed. “Deal.”
Later that afternoon, I found myself sitting in a cozy little café across from Greg, an old bookstore owner with an easy smile and a gentle sense of humor. We clicked in a way I hadn’t expected, laughing over shared jokes and stories about work, family, and, inevitably, Nate’s matchmaking stunt.
By the end of the date, I found myself feeling something I hadn’t in a long time—hopeful. Greg asked if we could meet again, and I found myself saying yes without hesitation. We began seeing each other regularly, and soon he was a constant part of our lives.
As the months went by, Greg fit seamlessly into our little family. Nate loved having someone around who could help with math homework or kick a soccer ball around in the backyard. And for me, having Greg beside me as I navigated life’s ups and downs was a gift I hadn’t dared to hope for.
One night, as Nate was getting ready for bed, he stopped in the doorway, glancing between Greg and me sitting on the couch.
“You’re happy, Mom,” he said, his voice soft.
I smiled at him, my heart full. “Yeah, honey, I really am.”
Greg reached over, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, and I nestled into his warmth, grateful for the unexpected twist Nate had given my life.
This story is based on a true story. All the names in the story have been changed.
