Right off the bat, let me clear this up: I am much closer to my stepmom than my dad is. I mean this both based on our ages and emotionally. I’m 21, she’s 32, and he’s 54. My dad is super successful from a career standpoint, but he has burned through multiple marriages to get where he is today. He’s your typical executive: constantly at the office or away on trips, emotionally walled off from his family, etc. I’d go into greater detail, but you’re here for the dirty details and not a counseling session.
Most of you would categorize my stepmom Meredith as a gold digger, and on some accounts you’d be right. She married a much older man whose sole positive quality is his bank account. Her looks are flawless. Beautiful natural breasts, legs that go on for miles, and a wardrobe that shows off her greatest asset: a firm, voluptuous ass that looks like it was stolen from J-Lo herself. My dad is an admittedly shallow dude, and he was upfront with Meredith about this when they got married. She didn’t care … she’s sort of a free spirit who just enjoys the lifestyle we have.