I've never fallen in love. Since birth, my life seems to have been too tragic to even try.
Many of the strippers in my past life had spoken of their partners among themselves, mostly discussing how they had caught the other cheating, or when they left. They sometimes would talk about how they were used to support a family unknown to them for years, or worse, their heartbreak.
Of course they would. Who would want to be faithful to a woman who sold her body for a living?
Something everyone saw?
No one, right?
Others who have no idea will never understand. The rest of the populace will never understand.
Choices; to be independent and to make money as fast as they could – those women... Us. We would rather strip than work three to four jobs to the point of exhaustion, or worse, beg.
But at least they would protect their body, right?
Inwardly, I could not help but give a dry laugh.
To suffer... Ah.
