My son saw an old part of me I thought I buried years ago.

This is something I never thought l’d admit – not even anonymously. Years ago, before I had my son, I went through a phase in my early 20s where I posted things online.

Let’s just say I was confident, experimental, and a little wild. I used a fake name, but the content was real. Very real. Life moved on. I became a mom. I left that version of myself behind. Or so I thought.

A few days ago, I overheard my son (he’s 19) laughing with one of his friends in his room. When I walked in, they got quiet. Guilty quiet. Later, I checked the browser on our shared home Wi-Fi. One of my old usernames. Searched. Viewed. More than once. I nearly…

This is something I never thought l’d admit – not even anonymously. Years ago, before I had my son, I went through a phase in my early 20s where I posted things online. Let’s just say I was confident, experimental, and a little wild. I used a fake name, but the content was real.

Very real. Life moved on. I became a mom. I left that version of myself behind. Or so I thought. A few days ago, I overheard my son (he’s 19) laughing with one of his friends in his room.

When I walked in, they got quiet. Guilty quiet. Later, I checked the browser on our shared home Wi-Fi. One of my old usernames. Searched. Viewed. More than once.

I nearly…I restored my old porn site page and started making content, because if my son liked it, other men might too.