Found out my mom is a stripper...
So for the past couple of months my mom has been working a night "job." When she told me that she would be working nights; up to about 2am, I really did not think much of it at all, but I was a little worried about her and told her to be careful. It didn't occur to me that I should have asked where she worked just in case she needed me. I figured it was none of my business.
I can seem to recall her leaving the house on numerous occasions, while wearing a long brown fur coat, which was actually quite beautiful. It sort of drew attention, but I figured she wanted to feel fancy whenever she went to work; the nights were also pretty chilly.
I remember one of my male friends coming up to me and saying "I saw your mom working the pole last night! Dude she's a freak!" I punched him and told him to shut up, that I was tired of him making stupid jokes AND that I would end my friendship with him if he didn't quit.
Well... I should have believed him.
One night my mom left her cell phone at home on accident. It started to ring quite loudly in her room and it really bothered me, even with her bedroom door closed.
My mom is absolutely anal about anyone ever going into her room and poking around, but the phone would not shut the hell up. Finally I got the balls to barge into the room and what do I see? This pole in the middle of the bedroom, cleverly disguised as a coat rack. Again I didn't think much of it at all, but then there was more I looked over at her calendar on the far end of her room and I saw a date circled (the present night) on that date was written "Playbunny night" with a little smiley face. My heart sank a little and I backed away. It all hit me like a freight train. I wanted to deny it, but things started clicking and falling into place.
My mom is a stripper... A single mother resorting to exposing herself to hundreds of strange men, doing God- knows-what, in order to provide for her 18-year-old son.
It's a mix of emotions for me right now. I feel disturbed, angry, worried, depressed. My soul is a chaotic cauldron right now. I fear something horrible may happen to her one of these nights.
I don't know how to bring this up to her, but at the same time I don't want this to continue.
Guys, please. what should I do? Is this normal?