Direct Answers – Universes Collide

Universes Collide

For almost two decades I was a school teacher in some of the toughest areas in London. It was challenging and fulfilling, but I was barely able to make ends meet. Every month I struggled to pay the mortgage and put food on the table.

In my mid-30s I married another teacher and had two wonderful children. Tragically, we fell out of love. We still live together as a family, but my husband and I have gone our separate ways emotionally.

Five years ago I made a decision that life was too short to live in misery, so I hung out a sign on the internet and transformed myself into a mature escort. I did this with my mother’s knowledge, and my husband actually encouraged me because I would bring more money into the household.

I enjoy sex. Escorting is not as glamorous, nor as horrible, as some imagine. In reality, I am an upscale prostitute working out of a flat in London, making more in a day than I used to make in a week.

Three years ago a man named Simon walked in the door and gave me the honor of being the first woman to touch him since his wife passed away. He wanted a physical relationship with no emotional ties.

Simon is six years younger than me, bright and creative. He fell for me the moment we were first together. It didn’t take long for me to follow suit. Although this may sound like mystical rubbish, right at the start, Simon felt he was destined to be with me.

He is not conflicted about what I do. In fact he finds it erotic and generously pays for his time with me, always in an envelope with a nice card. I've met his children and friends, all of whom, until recently, were unaware how I make my living.

We've been seeing each other three years and he is faithful to me. Hypocritical as it sounds, it would break my heart if he slept with another woman.

When we are out together with his friends, I am aware of the barely concealed envy of the other women, particularly his late wife's friends. I am older than Simon, of dubious origins and I’ve snatched away their prize.

In the last few days I've gotten phone calls from women I vaguely know through Simon. They have become increasingly nasty and vitriolic. They claim my relationship with Simon has stopped him remarrying and finding happiness. They call me names.

That I am now outed doesn’t bother Simon. He would propose at the drop of a hat if I hinted I wanted marriage, but I don’t want to disrupt my children’s lives. They are happy with the arrangement between my husband and me. I know Simon's children and their nanny although they have no idea what I do for a living. I tuck them in at night when I am over and feel they are now my children too.

Should I divorce my husband, prompt a proposal from Simon and marry him? It would have to be a hybrid marriage for a few years, at least until my children were mature enough to deal with the situation.

If I did this, I would split time between Simon, my home and my work. I know Simon would love for this to happen, and it wouldn’t break my husband’s heart as long as I pay for the children and mortgage.

My 46th birthday is coming up. If I told Simon to get me an engagement ring, it would make him the happiest man in the world. Furthermore, I would love to flash it at those bitches who think I am not good enough for their golden boy.

~ Alison

Alison, next week we will give you our full answer.

~ Wayne & Tamara

Direct Answers from Wayne and Tamara – Column for the week of May 2, 2016

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