I'm A Christmas Whore
My husband died unexpectedly 3 years ago, since then it's been me and my 3 children scraped by, but making it. We haven't had anything extra, or very little, for birthdays or Christmas. I couldn't see their disappointed faces again this year, so I started selling myself at local bars. I'm a cheap whore, but it gave me enough to get a few things for birthdays, and put some away for Christmas.
Today, seeing their faces, I thought it would all be worth while, and it was, but after seeing the shambles of the paper, ribbon, and boxes strewn across the floor, it hit me, I'm a whore. A whore to pay for Christmas.
I told the kids "mommy is crying from joy seeing you enjoy Christmas again."
But I'm in my room, crying while answering texts for more meets.
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