As the second wife of a very well to do businessman, I admit that probably some of my life is completely stereotypical.

I just turned twenty-seven this year, and my husband, Daniel, is forty-five. I’m blonde, petite, and I suppose a bit “preppy,” having been a former college cheerleader and fine arts major. Daniel and I met on a website for sugar dating. We started off with just a little ‘arrangement’ while I was finishing up my MFA, and it quickly became more. Before I knew it, we were engaged — and we got married in Hawaii about four years ago.

At the time, everyone of course had an opinion. People called me a whore, bimbo, a gold-digger, but cliché of clichés: we were madly in love, and mine is not at all a marriage of convenience, no matter what it... Read More