My sugar daddy, the Stetson man, and I had been seeing each other for several years. His wife had moved out of their mansion and filed for divorce. He was stressed with settlement negotiations and family issues—his affair with me had hurt his family. The Stetson man was rich, to say the least, and when that sort of money is involved, it creates an interesting dynamic. Instead of staying neutral, most of his family members chose a side—his wife’s, of course. Our relationship was bearing the brunt of the stress.
The Stetson man had always been jealous and possessive. However, now it seemed that his jealousy had intensified. I kept telling myself it was due to him leaving his family for me. However, that really was not the case—his wife left him for being unfaithful. He had started to question me a lot more, show up to the places I said I would be, and argue with me over the silliest of things. I have always told myself that when someone is chastising you about something, normally it is something they are doing or feeling. It is not about you, it is about them. My girlfriends were also warning me, saying, “If they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you.” I would laugh and think they were just jealous. That is until I learned what was really going on behind my back.
I maintained two homes, one with the Stetson man, and one in the state where I had lived when I was married. However, I often stayed with the Stetson man at his mansion. We had settled into a life together, just the two of us, or so I thought.
The Stetson man and I often made agreements and tried to please the other. One such agreement, which I thought was silly, was that he would never go to get his hair cut without me. His barber was female and often hit on him. You’d think that I would just tell him to go to a different barber, but what did I know? I figured there was a reason he went to her and I was never really was too worried about it. I knew she had been married many times and had many affairs, some with close friends of the Stetson man. So, a part of me thought that maybe he felt sorry for her. I couldn’t have been more wrong…