I grew up in a Christian household. My family goes to church every Sunday as would an excellent, devoted Catholic. Never did drugs and drink alcohol growing up! I did what everything to make my parents proud of me even if it made me miserable. At the end of the day every weekday I would go home after school and did my homework. Then go back to school the following day. After graduation, my father helped me find a job at his brother managing a few of his laundry chain in Brompton. There I met the store cashier who was cute and was very kind to me her name was Betty, after working there for a few months, we started dating and fell in love with each other. And that love bore fruit, and for the first time, I felt the enormous responsibility of being a father. Even though I had this in mind, I’m still happy. Months passed Betty gives birth to our first baby girl. We were so in love we never think on the future. Her father was so angry at me I was forced to marry Betty at a young age was just twenty-one years old. Had our second child, immediately in just a year after the first now we have two baby girls their names was Michaelle and Denice. At this time we knew that our financial stress would be higher, our family was staying my uncle’s apartment for a bargain, and he was still very kind to us because we are still working for him even though we could find a better job in Brompton. I continued providing for my family after my wife quit her job to take care of our children. Then gradually the stress takes its toll on me. The money I was making was not enough and Michaelle our eldest is going to school in the following months. Started looking for another job to feed the family But was unlucky looking for a decent job in Brompton is hard because it is very competitive. I started going through depression, with no money to put the kids to school, no home. Getting by each day is getting more difficult. i begin to drink casually but only do in the apartment after work. When my second child finally got to school. The depression was already severe I needed a way to escape my life, Create a way to numb the pain I was going. I ask a friend of mine that had some experience in Brompton escorts at https://charlotteaction.org/brompton-escorts. At first, I was hesitant because I don’t know how he would react but manage to ask him anyway. My friend said that i have to be careful. He gave me some escort that he had and continued saying that it is not that bad. As long you do it the right way I should not worry. After doing it the first time I can’t talk at generally at my wife and would start avoiding talking to her about work and my problems. Every other week I would call an escort go to the motel at 8:00 pm and go home at 11:00 pm. this continued for maybe six months. One day after work my wife got my phone and read my messages she was hurt and finally ask for a divorce!