Being cared for by elder ladies is perceived as a gentle existence. It isn’t. It’s a trap, and I nearly fell into it. Jayden is my name. Even though I’m 29 now, I see a shattered guy hiding behind expensive hotels and fashionable clothes in my early 20s. Living in places I didn’t even know the rent for, eating meals I didn’t pay for, and driving automobiles I didn’t fuel gave the impression that I was winning. But I was hollow on the inside.
How sugar mummies ruined my life regardless of the money
