There’s a saying that you don’t truly know your worth until life forces you to see it. For me, that moment came after a relationship that drained me in every possible way. I was giving 80%, and he was barely scraping together 20%. The worst part? He still had the audacity to talk about “50/50” like we were business partners splitting expenses when, in reality, he wasn’t contributing anything of value—emotionally, financially, or even in basic effort.
I was his personal chef, therapist, lover, and biggest fan, all while he sat back and reaped the benefits. The more I gave, the more entitled he became. Sex felt like an obligation, time together felt like work, and appreciation was non-existent. I started to wonder—why was I investing so much in someone who saw me as a free resource rather than a woman to be cherished?
The moment I walked away, something clicked. I had spent years undervaluing myself, giving away my time, energy, and intimacy for free to men who didn’t deserve it. And for what? A half-hearted “love” that felt more like a transaction where I always came up short?
That’s when I decided: no more. If a man wants my time, my energy, or my body, he’s going to compensate me for it. And that’s how I found my way into escorting—not out of desperation, but out of clarity. I know what I bring to the table. I know my worth. And now? So do the men who seek my company.
The world tries to shame women for knowing their value, for setting their own terms, for refusing to be taken advantage of. But I wear my choices like armor. No more free rides, no more unpaid emotional labor, and certainly no more sex out of obligation. If a man wants access to me, he pays the fee—because I’m done giving for nothing in return.
To every woman out there pouring into an empty cup: stop. Walk away. Know your worth. And if you ever forget it, just remember—there are men out there willing to pay for what you were giving away for free.