“Mommy, why is that man hurting you?”
I’ll never forget the look in my son's eyes when he walked in on me while “working” with a John.
Or to put it more bluntly, the day he discovered me having sex with a random man…
Because I was a prostitute.
And to make matters worse, my son wasn't alone when he showed up unexpectedly.
His English teacher from school was there to talk to me about my son's recent dip in grades.
"And they both saw me doing the unthinkable".
We were living in the slums in Queens, New York at the time and it’s all I could do to pay the rent.
And while I’ll never forgive myself for scarring my only son like that…
Believe it or not, I’m actually glad that I went through that awful experience.
Because it was a major turning point in my life.