At my 26th birthday my childhood best friend Corinne apparently hit it off with my 56-year-old, widowed dad. They enjoyed one another's company, grabbed coffee a few days later, and one thing led to another. Now they've been dating for six months, and their relationship has become serious enough that they've told my brother and me about it. On the one hand, I'm very happy that my lonely father has found someone he might love.
my Dad's (58) new girlfriend (28) is only two years older than me (F26). I want him to be happy but I can't get over how creepy it is that she was in elementary school the same time I was, that she was still in diapers when he was changing mine. It's just weird. He has had other girlfriends since divorcing my mom, but they were all in their 40s and 50s and felt more age appropriate.
I started when I was 17, long before the term "sugar baby" or "rent boy" even existed. I was at university, and I had a scholarship for my education, but I had no housing or food. I was 3,000 miles away from my family in an unfamiliar city. I had no resources to lean on. I found myself really struggling.
We were actually evicted from our home due to noisy sex. We were getting complaints from the neighbours downstairs. At one point, the housing association office came to the door when we were having sex we call it our bang to rights moment. We try to be respectful and, obviously, we don't want to cause people alarm, but we're very noisy creatures. Now we've got the mattresses on the floor, so we've learned our lesson.