I am a happily married woman with two beautiful children, and I have a deep, dark secret. When I was 17 I ran away from home. With nowhere to go and nobody to rely upon, I ran into a man who referred me to an escort agency. I performed sexual acts for rich men who paid me large sums of money. It helped me survive for the year I was in LA. My husband doesn’t know, and I am afraid he would leave me if he knew. Then again, he said I could tell him anything and that we shouldn’t hide anything from each other.
Too much honesty–like too much anything–is harmful to children and other living things. There are lots of divorced and dumped people out there whose perfectly decent, perfectly functional, perfectly healthy relationships were destroyed because someone couldn’t keep her big yap shut. Look at it this way: You’re not keeping something from your husband, you’re protecting him from something that might hurt him. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. You’re sparing your partner pain, and if you’re making a little sacrifice to do so–if keeping this secret pains you–that’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?
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- Only as much as you need to. Teenagers break up for all sorts of silly reasons, so there’s no need to spill the beans. Just tell your girlfriend you don’t like her anymore, don’t tell her why, and go home and jerk off to whatever little porn loop you can create in your head.
–Radical Is More Than a Name
