My Mom is a Stripper!

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Millie didn't know anything about her mom's new job. She had to spent the evenings alone when she was only 9, but the living conditions started to be better soon...

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We’ve all been through it – you go over to a friend’s house for the first time and you have to meet their parents and they want to “get to know you.” So they start asking all these questions: “How do you like school? What kinds of things do you like to do? Where do your parents work?” I could handle anything else, but that last one? THAT’S the one I always dreaded. First off, I didn’t even HAVE a dad, just my Mom. Sometimes I would lie and say I did, and that he was in the military, which was why he wasn’t around. (I know- bad of me to lie, but I just hated having that awkward conversation, you know?). The other reason I dreaded the question? My Mom’s job wasn’t normal, like, she wasn’t a teacher, or a lawyer, and didn’t work in an office, like everyone else’s moms. When I was little, she told me she was a dancer, so that’s what I told everyone. We were little girls – we figured she was a ballerina or something. But now that I’m older, I know the truth…my Mom works as a stripper.
Hi, my name’s Millie, and this our story. You can probably guess that I didn’t have a normal childhood, and that my mom isn’t exactly a normal mom, either. But before I begin, I just want to ask for one thing: please, listen to my whole story before you judge. I know a lot of you will judge anyway, but I want to be able to tell my story freely.
I don’t remember my childhood being super weird, but we were definitely poor. Like…really poor. Dirt poor. I didn’t really realize how bad everything was until I started looking back at it, though. We lived in this disgusting little apartment, sharing a bedroom. I didn’t pay attention to stuff like problems with rats, or how cold it got in winter, because Mom was really good at making everything into a game, like making a fort out of blankets and hiding out all night long when it was cold, and pretending we were princesses like Cinderella and that the rats just wanted to be friends with us. I think those were definitely mice in Cinderella, but I believed her anyway. But we always had enough to get by. Mom was a maid at a hotel in town (I know that part was definitely true) so she didn’t make much money – really, just enough to buy us some food, get me to school, and keep the lights on.
At this point in the story, you’re probably wondering: what’s the story with my dad? Good question. I mean, most people DO have two parents, even if they’re divorced or not married or whatever. My dad definitely exists. Somewhere. But he and my Mom don’t have a relationship. I actually only found out last year, when I was 13, that my mom was sexually assaulted, when she was only 4 years older than me. She had just started college, and had all these bright plans for her future. But she ended up pregnant, and decided to keep the baby. Which was me! And now, here I am. This also means that my mom is only 31, so she’s noticeably younger than most everyone else’s parents. In fact, a lot of the time, people think she’s my sister. So I get a lot of questions about that, too, which is awkward to answer. Sometimes I lie and just say she has a really good plastic surgeon. Don’t worry, she gave me permission to say that.
So, yeah, that’s my parents’ story. No idea who he is, and I don’t want to know either! He may be my father, but he’ll never be my dad, and I’ll never forgive him (whoever he is) for what he did to my mom. Am I glad she didn’t get an abortion? Sure, because otherwise I wouldn’t be here! But I feel bad too, because I know her life would’ve turned out so differently if she’d gotten her degree and a great job instead of worrying about being home to take care of a sick little baby all by herself.
So now that you know the background (believe me, I’m sick of telling that story) let’s go back to what you’re here for: My Mom the stripper. Like I was saying, she had an awful job as a maid. They paid her next to nothing because they expected her to get tips, but the place was such a hole that the people who stayed there for sure were not the kind who would leave a tip. The hotel manager treated her like dirt, made her work overtime without getting paid extra, and pretty much all around abused her, but she held onto it because it was all she had, and she had to support me. Then came the worst winter EVER. It was freezing cold, our windows cracked and the super wouldn’t fix them, and Mom and I were both constantly sick. She took me to the doctor but couldn’t afford the medicine he prescribed, and couldn’t afford to go see a doctor herself...

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