The Stetson man had been home for a few weeks and I had managed to avoid going away with the Greek God. In my mind, I was still dating the Stetson man, even though the dynamic of our relationship had changed. It had certainly “cooled off.” I was still trying to be the perfect girlfriend and bring some excitement back.
I was reviewing my finances one morning when panic set in. I began to realize how much money I was really spending being a billionaire’s girlfriend. It is expensive to receive Botox and Restylane treatments four times a year, the clothes required for the functions, the hair, the nails, the gym, and much, much more.
My job was to “look the part” at any moment. I was in my early 40s and this was no easy task. You can’t be seen in the same clothes more than once. Plus, I had another breast augmentation, my lips done several times, and every tooth in my head was now an implant; I have what we call a “Hollywood” mouth. When I went to have my teeth done, I just wanted everything done perfectly and quickly. I had no idea that you didn’t have to do your whole mouth. But I only found this out after I went to the lab. The technician asked me if I was on TV or a model. He had never done an entire mouth before. At that point, I had already paid the dentist for the full mouth, which came up to about the price of a luxury car. I went with it and remember laughing about it as I repeated the story.
This particular morning, I was no longer laughing. I also realized that this could not be my career anymore. I was already closing in on my mid-40s and when my youth completely faded, I would either need to be married to the Stetson man or be financially secure if he left me. Early in my relationship with him, I looked at every price tag and worried about every penny I was spending. The Stetson man would always tell me, “Money is no object.” I had clearly adopted that theory and it was starting to come back to haunt me. My sole income was now coming from the Stetson man. There were times early on in our relationship when, in true sugar daddy style, he would transfer five figures into my account. However, that had not happened lately. I was not in a financial position for the Stetson man to end our relationship. I had to step up and do something, and quick…