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Y'know, my hubby and I were talking about this the other day. I got sucked into my 4,357th viewing of Married to the Mob and we were talking about that and The Sopranos and about the fact that I could be perfectly happy married to a mobster, s'long as he treated me well.
*shrugs* Hell, as long as I'm treated well, I don't give a shit what my partner does for a living. It might be a "head in the sand" attitude, but I am what I am.
If my husband were like some of y'all who've posted here, he'd have never married me... I've been a stripper, I'm a recovered/recovering drug addict who has taken money for sex... prostituting myself for drug money wasn't as hard the second time as it was the first. *shrugs* I'm fortunate that he sees past the choices I've made (including my choices on how to earn income) to the woman at the core of who I am.
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~Sinclair Lewis
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