The Worst Gold Diggers Author – I was about 12 years old when my mom and dad started having problems, around this time, one of my dads coworkers offered to give me discount gymnastic lessons. now who would give a 12 year old brat free gymnastic lessons? Hmmmm… well 6 years later and my dads relationship with me and my mom shattered, my brother saw a strange text on his weekend at dads. “Hey babe.” the person who sent it? Take a guess. turns out when I was younger when my dad was “working overnight” he was sleeping with her. and even when he was home he would spend hours talking with her on the phone and at the end of the month there was 600 hours of phone calls to her.