A woman shared how she is working as a prostitute and that every knows except her sons, and even her sons friends and husband’s friends have hired her before.

Here is the story

I won’t say my age or where I’m from, and I would highly appreciate if the comments could be non-judgemental, but I know I’m probably asking for too much.

Basically, I first did it when I was 18. My family was poor and I knew a girl that was in this kind of scene so I asked her to introduce me to some guys and see where it went.

The Guys actually were pretty nice and didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. The first couple of dates I just had dinner and went back home, but days passed and my family’s situation wasn’t getting any better, so I finally decided to do it.

Moving on with life I decided that, since I didn’t know what else to do, I would continue.

When I found a job in the field that I studied, I stopped with the other job. I was happy, no regrets, but I felt it was time to let the heels rest.

I got married, I found my soulmate who I truly love, and had two amazing sons. My job and my husband’s job let us live a good life until our boys arrived. We were expecting one girl, and a set of male twins came out of me, so life immediately became more expensive.

I gave up my job willingly, even tho my husband opposed it, to take care of my kids. I’m not an old-fashioned woman but I knew from the beginning that I wanted to spend the most time possible with them. My husband worked his ass off, and everything was good until our kids started going to school.

You know, any boy at that age just wants a brand new phone, the brand new console that just came out, and I didn’t want them to think “our friends have it but we don’t”. My husband’s salary was enough to pay for our home, our food, etc., but not for expensive things like two phones, two bikes, etc., so I decided to start working again.

I tried to find a job related to what I studied but, where I live, that profession was dead at that moment, so I thought “let’s go for the easy money”. I became a prostitute again.

This time around, in this city, it was better paid than when I first did it, so it wasn’t just easy money, it was MONEY. My husband got a promotion and we were just happy.

One thing that saved me from my family knowing is that I take care of the money in the house. My husband has always said that he works and I take care of the money, so when he comes tired from work he doesn’t wanna hear a single thing about the money or what we should buy or where we should try to save money from.

But, eventually, I told him cause I couldn’t have a good mental state knowing I was not only cheating on my husband but getting paid while doing so. I’m happy to say he supports me and he didn’t get THAT mad.

My sons are older now but, while they study, they still live with us.

The biggest problem is that, around us, the only people that don’t know are my sons. And you will wonder how do other people know? Cause I’ve been hired by my sons’ friends, their friends’ parents, my sons’ teachers, even my husband’s friends have hired me.

I know I should reject them and only stick to unknown people, but the checks they pay are hefty, and my husband told me to go for it.

I don’t feel terrible about it, and my husband has told me that our sons probably know about it through their friends, but I don’t want them to hate me when/if they find out.

So yeah, that’s my confession. I needed to get it out of my chest.

Editor’s note: I bet you all the money in the world that your kids know. Because how can their friends hire you and not tell them about it? They are probably just pretending to you that they don’t know.

I lost my virginity to a prostitute, and don’t regret it to the slightest amount

First off, i guess that many people would think that some guy posting this kind of stuff never even got into a relationship in his life.

Im getting close to 20 years of age now and i’ve been dropping in and out of relationships since i was 16 years old. Sadly, something always went wrong.

So last year 2-3 Months after my last relationship had ended, i decided that for some reason i just can’t click with girls my age.

I can’t really explain for what reason, but that’s just what i feel like at this point.

Not having lost my virginity at 19 years of age socially pressured me so hard that it’s insane. Every other guy roughly that age in the same situation knows exactly what im talking about. Sometimes you get laughed at for things like that. But anyway, thats off topic, i decided to lose my virginity via a transaction.

I booked a girl who was a bit more expensive but known for good service.

At first i was super nervous about it. Also thought that i would ruin my first time if i do it that way. But everything turned out to be good.

After the experience went great all the negative thoughts about doing it in the first place, went away.

I’ve also told the story to some of my friends after a few weeks have passed and they’re fine with it too. To be honest i would’ve expected at least some people to be “mad” about it.

Yea, that’s basically everything. Remember nothing wrong with work like that, these are just humans doing their job. And they deserve respect.

A guy shared about how he had gotten into an argument with his friends and now he has no more friends because of it.

He then added that he was going to get rid of all his social media accounts and “disappear” for a year, focusing on some time alone.

Here is the story:

I am going to disappear for a year

That’s it. I am going to disable my Social Media accounts, I am not going to talk to anyone unless it’s necessary and I am just going to focus on spending time alone, working and going to the gym.

I really started off this year super motivated, thinking that this will be my year. But it’s the same things again and again.

I had an argument with my “friends” so now I have no friends I guess.

I am in love but can’t be with that person. My relationship with my parents is more and more distant because we disagree a lot.

My mum always says that I have to make her happy, even if that means that I am unhappy.

I just want to disappear and to be left alone. I don’t have any hopes right now. I’ve had bad mental health problems in the past that I’ve overcome alone, but I’m on the edge again without any support.

My fiance proposed to me about 8 months ago. We decided on having a relatively small wedding which is in two days. Everything was going great. He seems absolutely perfect and we are very much in love.

I am a virgin and so is he, he wanted to save it for marriage and I wasn’t fussed so I agreed to saving it.

He has told me earlier that in his family the father checks the virginity of the bride the night before the wedding.

I laughed this off as it seriously sounds like a massive joke. No turns out he was dead serious.

He wants me, the night before to open my legs up in a small ceremony type thing so his dad can check me while him, his brothers and uncle can watch so that they know I am still ‘pure’.

I told him fat chance I am going to do that and he was begging to me to go through with it and how important it is for him.

He said he knew it was slightly embarrassing for me but his mom did and it will prove how much I love him and that I have nothing to hide anyway as I am still a virgin.

I left and he was crying, it was very dramatic tbh.

I want to call off the whole wedding because of this and never talk to him again.

But at the same time its only one thing and other then that we are genuinely perfect for each other and I dont want to spend my life with anyone else and it is very important to him and his family.

What the frick frack do I do. I am currently at my friends house and I might stay here for the night. tomorrow would be our last day as an unmarried couple and I am straight up panicking.

This is the cliche of a younger woman and an older married man.

I am a 30 year old graduate student and met a 45 year old married man online over a year ago. He pursued me. He told me all about his marital woes, how he felt neglected at home and wasn’t getting all his needs met, but was otherwise happy. How his wife had been sick for the last few years and he had played his role as caretaker as expected. How they hadn’t had intercourse for 3 years and he was growing desperate.

He asked me to enter in an affair in exchange for “taking care of me.” He was very financially well-off. I’ve been single for 5 years, kind of lonely, and financially strapped because of school. He wanted me to be his bona-fide sugar baby essentially. I agreed, rationalizing to myself he was the one cheating and it would be NSA. I told myself I was helping him, that it was better me than a random girl off the street. I have friends who do such work so I know that influenced my decision to see it as work. They were the ones to tell me to see it as a job opportunity.

We clicked very well and developed an actual relationship. It became more emotional than anything. He told me that’s the intimacy he wanted and had been lacking.

As anyone who’s ever been in an affair will know, the secretive nature of the relationship will take its mental toll on anyone. The sneaking around, limited communication, paranoia at being seen in public, and having to always be available when he wanted wore me down. Even when I knew he was killing me, I lied to myself about how unhealthy the relationship had gotten. I told myself he was one of my best friends because of our bond and I would tell him everything about my life. On top of it all, I couldn’t leave because I had grown accustomed to his money. I felt trapped. I kept my feelings hidden and never told him how stressed out I was, because that’s exactly what he was paying me for, to not cause drama like a typical girlfriend. He told me I was really helping out his marriage and homelife so I kept telling myself I was helping him out.

Things finally collapsed around 2 weeks ago when we met up one afternoon after the new year, and after he left me alone in the hotel room, I felt a sick feeling in my heart. I drove home and couldn’t shake it off, and in a moment of desperation for relief, I texted him and told him it was over. When I ended it, I felt free for the first time since meeting him.

I spent the next week in full detox and in bed, barely able to breathe. It wasn’t until I ended things that I fully realized how toxic things had been the entire time. He wasn’t my “best friend” like I deluded myself because best friends don’t hide your existence away or compartmentalize you like he did to me.

As I detoxed, my feelings changed to anger. I had let this man rob my peace of mind for over a year, gave up so much of myself at his expense, and now here I was laying in bed barely able to move while he went on with his merry life. I felt so cheated and like I wanted him to know exactly how much he had taken from me.

A week after dumping him, my anger overrode my senses and I sent him an email threatening to message his wife and tell him everything. Naturally he panicked and freaked out at my sudden outburst. In my head I rationalized that his wife deserved to know and she would be grateful towards me. I was inches from hitting the “Send” button until he sent one final email saying “I tried to do my best by you. I don’t think I deserve this from you.” I suddenly snapped out of it and didn’t send anything. Yes he had done a shitty thing but I didn’t think he was scum of the earth either, in his own head I do think he tried to do his best by me with what limited capacity he had. Ruining his life wouldn’t make me feel better, only extend the toxic headspace I was trying to leave. It’s also unlikely nothing would have happened to me either as he knew everything about my life as well.

It’s been a week since then and I’ve been feeling really bad. He has two young kids and his wife is still sick. I’m in disgust at myself that I almost caused irreparable damage to all of them. I didn’t ever think I had in me to be that petty and spiteful and the fact I came so close has me overwhelmed with disgust at myself.

He has since then shut down nearly all his social media accounts, in what I’m sure is fear of me. I feel so ungrateful because he really did keep his end of the deal and amp up my lifestyle while we were together. All my network/sugarbaby friends even told me I had a “good catch.” He set me up in my own condo, paid for my car, paid for my tuition and school expenses, and gave me a generous stipend. I just don’t think because he cheated that it necessarily makes him a terrible person in all stripes and worthy of having his life destroyed.

I know cheaters suck and make their own bed but it’s not as if I’m innocent either. I don’t think telling his wife would have been an honorable act when I willingly slept with her husband for over a year.

My feelings of anger have subsided a lot since, the scary realization of what I almost did snapped me right out of them. Ive actually have compassion for him now and why he made the choices he made. Now I’m just feeling shitty at myself for how things ended and the fact he’s likely looking over his shoulder for me.

Please try to be nice. I know getting involved with a married man was a bad thing to do. Try not to kick the dead horse so much. I’m human too and made a foolish choice. Just like him.