"Being a sex worker today is like being black or gay in the 1950's." - Eve Adams
She hit the nail on the head. For those of you that don't know, I'm currently going through a divorce. He's been overseas for years; my children have lived with me for the past three years - my son is 3 years old and has never lived with his father until now (the soon-to-be-ex arrived on January 1st). My daughter, 8 years old, and has spent five of those eight years away from her dad.
I started this 'hobby' when I realized that divorce was inevitable. After two years of living apart, people change and grow apart. I refused to be one of those women that takes her husband for everything he's worth. I wanted independence and an amicable divorce. I believe that two people can get a divorce and not hate each other, I really do. Call me naive, but I am always hopeful and do my best to always stay positive about things and to see the brighter side.
Twice my husband has physically assaulted me. Twice he left bruises. Yet the Burnet County Sheriff's Office refuses to arrest him because HE filed a temporary restraining order against ME first - and I just hadn't been served yet (and still haven't). The hearing is this Wednesday.
My children and I have been in hiding, essentially, since last Monday. In that time, my daughter informed me that while I was in Las Vegas, "Daddy took a bath with me and [my son]." Please note that the last time he was around his children was in April 2012, and also that he's 51 (and she's 8, in case you forgot). I called CPS, but they won't investigate. They had no problem investigating me back in May/June for allegedly hobbying at my home in front of the kids - the allegations were false and the case was dismissed, by the way. Oh, but a 51-year old man taking a bath with his 8-year old daughter is acceptable. Lovely.
Yesterday my daughter informed me that while I was gone, there was another distressing incident. "Daddy let [my son] play with his gun and they shot a hole in the wall!" I thought I was going to throw up. My son piped in about how scary it was. Now you should know that my husband was in the Army for 24 years and that he specialized in ranges - and continued to do that after he retired. And yet he let my son play with a loaded gun. And a .45 no less. I feel like I could vomit every time I think about it.
I'm telling y'all this because I'm in jeopardy of losing my children. Apparently the judge is quite the misogynist. A case worker at a local women's shelter told me that he once turned down a protective order for a woman whose husband had put a gun to her head because his honor was afraid the husband would have to give up his guns and by god, it was deer season.
My attorney - the best in the area (the Burnet County area, mind you) - thinks I will lose. Just because of my job. Because I refuse to quit and because I refuse to lie about it. I do this because I'm only away from my children for a few hours at a time and make 5 times as much. If I worked a "real" job, I would be away from them no less than 10 hours per day, 5 days a week. I took my children on a Disney cruise last month at the last minute because I could. I was gone for an entire week and still had my best month ever. I love my job. And it doesn't hurt that I'm really, really good at it.
So that brings me back to the original quote, made by the gorgeous Eve Adams. I feel like I'm trying to get a divorce in 1950 and I'm black AND gay. At least that's the way I'm being treated. "Lets ignore the gazillion red flags from the white boy - he's a better parent than the hooker."
Things need to change.
But in the meantime, I'm looking for a new attorney - one who isn't colorblind or calling me a queer.