He told me his wife had been offered a job in Europe; it would mean losing contact with his child and probably hamstringing his own career.
When I became an amateur porn actress, I didn't expect to fall for one of my clients.
I moved to the San Fernando Valley at the worst possible time.
The only people working regularly were the Mexican fruit pickers standing outside Home Depot, and even they would sometimes wait half a day before anyone drove by.
The counseling center I volunteered at started to fill up with clients who had been unemployed for a year and were deeply depressed, considering suicide. I was sending out ten resumes a day to Craigslist jobs, with no responses.
We feverishly talked about meeting, me flying to his town to couchsurf and sneak to his office during the day, so we could finally touch each other's skin.