I was a prostitute for two years. And I was desperate enough to sell my eggs.

When I was 19 I was desperate and needed money. I was stuck. It was all my fault too. I ruined my own life. <br><br>Suddenly my mother, who was always financially stable, was no longer the same. She was sick and in tremendous debt and had to rely on others. I had to drop out of school to take care of her. With my father gone, our whole world came crashing down. <br><br>All of my savings were spent on keeping a roof over our heads, paying off her debt, and taking care of her. I was stuck.<br><br>I thought there were a lot of jobs out there that could help make money. I was wrong. I was too dumb and had no degree or good grades to brag about; hence I couldn't get a job easily. I couldn't even get a job in the fast food industry, which obviously paid little. I thought I could easily find a job, I thought it would at least pay something, but it didn't. <br><br>In 2012 I was on Craigslist and I saw the ad. I was 19, and stupid. I thought all I had left to sell was my body. I was desperate. <br><br>It all happened so fast. I was face to face with this guy. I was horribly scared and it hurt like hell. I had to go to school, so I had to leave. He paid me a little under five hundred dollars. <br><br>It got worse. I started smoking weed to dull the pain. It was too intense. In less than a month I was making 2000 plus. The money was good. I was smoking more though, and needing to. It was becoming too much to handle. I was tired and smoking was the only thing that made the pain go away. I couldn't function. <br><br>I decided to do something different. I started escorting. It was a little better. I didn't smoke as much and was more organized. I worked about 3 days a week. Most of my clients were nice. I was tired the next day, but it was okay. I was tired in the morning and not when I had to see clients. That was the best I could get. <br><br>I met someone. He was my first client and he fell in love with me. We dated for two years. I never left the profession. <br><br>I made a lot of money. I was getting my shit together. I wasn't smoking weed anymore. I was calm and I was okay. <br><br>When he proposed to me, I quit. I didn't tell him about my profession. I told him I was a waitress and that I didn't want to do it anymore. <br><br>We got married. We were happy. We didn't have any children. I knew I was broken. I didn't want to have kids. <br><br>We were very happy for a long time. We had a big house but we weren't wealthy. We didn't have kids, but we were happy. We didn't have any problems. <br><br>I was happy. <br><br>.<br><br>Edit 1: I thought this would be a good place to put my story. I'm not asking for advice or anything. I was just hiding this for so long I want to let it out. This has been such a big burden. I had to tell it. <br><br>Edit 2: I'm overwhelmed with all the comments. I never expected my story to get so much attention. Thank you so much for the support. <br><br>Edit 3: For those of you who are telling me that I should reveal my past to my husband, I get it. But it's too late. It's too much and I don't know how he will react. I am afraid. Therefore I am keeping my mouth shut and I won't say anything. I hope he never finds out. <br><br>Edit 4: I am overwhelmed. This has to be the last update. <br><br>I haven't gotten any advice from anyone. Thank you. <br><br>I talked to my husband. I couldn't take it in for anymore. I was crying and I told him everything. He was silent. I wanted to take it back but I couldn't. He hugged me and said it doesn't matter. I told him everything. I am relieved. He is amazing.