The Day I Quit Being a Stripper

I was on stage dancing when I saw a man at a table drinking alone. Someone told me he was rich and would get dances. I got off stage after my three songs and went to his table. I wasn't in the mood for dances and I tried to convince him. I saw his phone was unlocked. I looked at the screen and I saw messages of someone telling him to kill himself. I scrolled and it was just straight abuse this guy was receiving. I tried to tell him I would make him feel better and he just kept declining, but he was nice about it. Saying, "No, thank you. I'm not interested." I remember the words vividly.
I left and told a manger what I saw and I was a little concerned. The guy was forced out a few minutes later. I looked at the now empty table a few minutes later and felt something was really wrong. I went outside for a cigarette in our smoking area that had a view of the parking lot. And I heard a bang. I looked and saw a vehicle with someone in it. I ran over and it was the guy. The driver window had a bullet hole in it and on speakerphone I heard a woman saying, He's not answering, I think he's playing. He better pray he's dead." I yelled, "Oh my God a man shot himself in the car!" I tried opening the door but it was locked. After I got a manager, he broke the other door open and we both heard a woman say, "He better be dead. I hope he's dead. I'll be so happy if he's dead. I need to see the body. Where is he."
Police showed up and did what they had to do. About 45 minutes later a woman came into the parking lot yelling to see the body and had a friend with her. They were carrying wine bottles and kazoos. They were so excited he killed himself because she cheated. She cheated.
After that in the changing room, I thought about how many men lost their wives and girlfriends because of strippers. How many mens' relationships did I ruin because I wanted easy money? This woman didn't care I was a stripper or that he was at a club. But how many women of men I danced for did care?
After that day, I quit, went home to my parents at 26, told them what I had done and what I saw a few days earlier. Took forever for my parents to forgive me, but now I'm about to enter med school to become a mental health therapist. Thanks to that man, that woman, and that day.
To thatam that died, I hope you found your peace. You were nice that those last few minutes. I don't know what I could have done to save your life, if I could have at all.