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I married a prostitute, and I didn't know it. A very rare, distasteful yet true story.

Updated on December 16, 2015

I married a prostitute and she never told me what her secret profession was. I should of realised when one morning after an amorous night, she asked to leave money on the dressing table. That was just over 14 months into the relationship.

She was short and bubbly, blonde, with a body to nearly die for. A near perfect ten for many men. And true, most men who saw her, wanted to take her to bed, unfortunately, most men did take her to bed whilst I was at work.

It is strange to get into a relationship with a woman who has been ridden more times than the New York Metro, and is still taking on new passengers.

I only managed to find out what she was up to whilst we were on honeymoon in the beautiful St. Lucia Islands. For the first time I answered her mobile phone whilst she was in the shower.

It was one of her 'regulars' calling from our hometown wanting to arrange an evening of entertainment. He asked for 'Charlie', which apparently was her nighttime name, and also the street name of a drug which she liked to use during her activities.

I knew nothing of her drug abuse, which included crack, nor her horizontal leg opening party tricks. She was a good liar and extremely believable.


During the two years we spent together prior to getting married, she would be in hospital on average once a month. This was through PID (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease), which she told me was a hereditary problem from her mother. I believed her, why not, I loved her.

Then I discovered that PID was a disease people get from having unprotected sex with a new partner. The words 'unprotected' and 'new partner' blew me away. So she was having unprotected sex with at least one new man every month. And of course a bus load of men were have normal protected sex with her.

Off to the hospital I go to discover that she has lovingly given me hepatitis 'C' for Christmas. I would of preferred a book token.

And every time I was at the hospital comforting her and making sure that she had everything that she needed like a dutiful partner or mug.

Drugs and Kids

Maybe I should of put my foot down with her harder, but I believe in freedom, but now only to a certain extent.

She came home at 6.00am one morning after going to a club with her friends, or so I thought. She had taken crack.

Now this was the first time that I have ever met a person on crack and how insatiable their sex drive is at this point. During our morning friskiness, she smoked a few cigarettes, flicked through the TV channels, and read a magazine. This was whilst I was hammering away. I must be really crap in the bedroom department. But she was oblivious to it all.

Later that day she stabbed me in my private area with a fork, and drew blood. Because she thought I had stolen her tomato ketchup ? I never take drugs and am not used to people in my life who do.

I also discovered after the ill fated honeymoon, that she had given birth to a baby girl, 5 years before she had met me, but she never told me. She had given her up for adoption due to the fact that the dad could have been one of many different men, and the baby would of got in the way of her life style.

The Bedroom

This is not easy to say and it left me feeling violated like nothing else has done. During our relationship and her many adventures with sausages of all nationalities, we still had our moments in the bedroom.

But to be honest, I would of expected more activity and emotion if I had known what she was doing during my working hours. But I suppose I would of got more if I paid her in cash.

One fine day she came home quite early after visiting a 'sick friend'. She wanted to go to bed with me and do what comes naturally between a man and a woman. All fine and dandy on my behalf and I raised to the occasion.

During our time in the bed, my tongue was touching a certain part of her anatomy. But there was this unusual taste. I have never tasted anything quite like it.

I tasted again just to make sure that the pungent odour was not anything to do with me. It wasn't. Two days later she was back in hospital with PID.

That meant that within an hour before she got home, she had had unprotected sex with another man and I had been drinking his fluid from the fun factory between her legs.

I may just of well of gone round to his house and eaten his sausage for him and missed out the middle woman.

The End

This is a true story. Although it pains me to say that there were early signs of something wrong within the relationship which I did not act upon.

She did tell me that she was not a prostitute, but an escort. She admitted having sex with her clients for money and some other types of 'happy endings', but still insisted that she was never into prostitution.

She never trawled the streets seeking clients and she never looked like a typical streetwise hooker. She was simply a very nice looking woman whom you could meet anywhere.

Like the time she went to a funeral and ended up cheating on me again, but I know at this stage that she did not charge him as she also gives freebies, apparently.

As we were splitting up, I went away to my sisters for a break. I came back and found my home only had curtains and a bit of garden furniture left. She had run off with a drug dealer whom I had unwittingly drank from earlier on.

I was left in debt, no furniture, diseased, and still with a foul taste in my mouth. I would of gone with her to marriage counselling, but didn't for fear of her sleeping with him.

It could of all been different if she was honest with me when we first met. Please note at no time did I assault her nor pay her for services rendered. If I had of paid her I may be asking for a refund. I have no problems with ladies of the night as long as I am told about their sausage habits prior to marrying them.

Be careful if you meet an amazing looking short blonde woman, about 40 years of age, who travels extensively across the globe, but now lives just outside London.

If anyone needs relationship advice, please do not ask me.


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    • Eric Flynn profile image

      Eric Wayne Flynn 

      6 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      You were in love with a beautiful sociopath, I have been through a similar experience. It made me better and stronger and realize that I was partially to blame.


    • word55 profile image

      Al Wordlaw 

      6 years ago from Chicago

      Wow, I decided to listen to some beautiful music while reading some hubs this Sunday morning. I came across this hub (2nd one). For the sake of sensitiveness in me I'll be empathetic about this unfortunate occurrence in your life. 1st of all, you put a bad taste in my mouth, the music I was listening to turned very uninteresting and I find myself trying to figure out what I can say to you. I hope to never read a hub like this again. I didn't come here to read this kind of negative truth if it is true. It was the most disgusting hub I've read on hub pages thus far. In the future, Ill be sure to choose titles that should not be so disgusting. Here I am contemplating marriage, listening to a Barry White song titled, "Just Another Way To Say I Love You" and then stumbled upon reading this hub. I almost have a headache and is slightly stressed… Face the fact that you played the fool's role but you can get over it and bounce back viciously. Please, find God quickly. He is the only one that can give you peace of mind and turn your life around otherwise, you will be messed up for the rest of your life. You must move on. You've told your story. You've read comments about it. Become a minister and help others that may be going through the same thing (male and female. Love you like a brother, anytime -:).

    • one2get2no profile image

      Philip Cooper 

      6 years ago from Olney

      I have done the same thing ie. fell in love with a hooker...luckily I did not marry her...but while it lasted it was heart ache all the way.

    • billericky profile imageAUTHOR


      6 years ago from Plymouth

      Yes, maybe the profile picture is misleading, she is my daughter to my new partner of 11 years.

      We are responsible to 'examine' our purchases in life over time. But initially we are all drawn to physical appearance. It is only when we begin to peel away the layers do we discover hidden depths, beauty, and in some cases, skeletons.

      If my wife had been upfront initially, then I would of known where I stood and what I was getting myself into.

      The purpose of the mind is to protect the heart is a correct philosophy, and I have come to understand it better.

    • dashingscorpio profile image


      6 years ago from Chicago

      You said "When meeting a lady for the first time, you take her on face value."

      Trust like respect should be (earned) overtime in my opinion. Over the course of time you ask questions and observe behavior before emotionally committing to someone.

      The apple analogy was intended to show how we as shoppers are responsible to (examine) what we put into a carts. Oftentimes you see clear baskets of strawberries. The beautiful ones are on top. However if you turn the baskets upside down you may see that many in the bottom of the basket are going spoiled. We have closely examine things.

      "Never separate your mind from your heart when making relationship decisions. The purpose of the mind is to protect the heart."

      I was thrown off by your profile picture which appeared to be a girl and therefore I assumed you were talking about a man you knew. That is why I said (he) instead of you. Although with marriage equality it is legal for two women to marry as well.

    • billericky profile imageAUTHOR


      6 years ago from Plymouth

      Your reference to 'he' is actually myself.

      I know selling any kind of sexual favours is prostitution, it was my former wife who said that she was not a prostitute.

      When meeting a lady for the first time, you take her on face value. To me, if I were to enter a grocery store and bought the apple, I would expect an apple. If it was labelled, presented, and packaged as an apple, but I got an onion instead, then it would not be my fault as it is false representation. Then yes, I would curse the onion for not being an apple as advertised.

      But yes, I did love her to bits.

    • dashingscorpio profile image


      6 years ago from Chicago

      This story seems unbelievable. However if he was told the following:

      "She did tell me that she was not a prostitute, but an (escort). She admitted (having sex with her clients for money) and some other types of 'happy endings', but still insisted that she was never into prostitution."

      He has no one to blame but himself! Having sex for money IS prostitution with the exception of being a "porn star". Having said that the reason he married her was because he LOVED her!

      Prostitutes and porn stars do get married! Many of them go onto have children. Oftentimes when people are "infatuated" they ignore "red flags" because they don't want to risk losing that person. We believe what we want to believe. We hear what we want to hear.

      Nevertheless each of us is entitled to have our list of required traits for a mate as well as our own list of "deal breakers".

      Each of us (chooses our own) friends, lovers, and spouse. If you go to the grocery store to purchase an apple but buy an onion instead, whose fault is that? Do you curse the onion for not being an apple? No!

      You learn to become a better shopper!


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