My stepmother is a gold digger. A real life, good old fashioned, Disney villain type gold digger. She’s as active as some of the worst of them. She orders champagne by asking for, “The most expensive champagne you have,” even when my father has brought multiple bottles of his own to the restaurant, for the very purpose of saving money. She’s “borrowed” tens of thousands of dollars from my father for whimsical business ideas that she got bored of and gave up on, and then told my dad if he really loved her that he wouldn’t make her pay him back. Look, my dad isn’t entirely a victim here. It’s not like he’s blind to what is happening. Some men like to be with gold diggers. They like the simple exchange of, “I’ll issue you a credit card on my account if you provide me companionship and sex.” My sister and I gave up trying to prove to my dad that his partner is a gold digger a long time ago—he already knows. Now we just live with these tough realities.
Sometimes, he’s hard-up
There are days when my dad wants us to just grab fast food for lunch with him because “money is tight.” When I ask where his partner is that day, he says she’s at the spa at the Four Seasons. Hmmm. Wonder why money is tight. So he’s eating McDonalds while she’s at the spa on his dime.