Mark Stephens has built an empire—a Dime Dynasty™, if you will.

Not an empire of hard work, sacrifice, or responsibility, but of borrowed roofs, unpaid bills, and an uncanny ability to accuse others of the very thing he’s perfected: living off another man’s dime.

Over the last decade, the record speaks for itself:

• Ducket’s Home — lived there with his family until that chapter closed.
• Tori’s house — property from her previous marriage, not his.
• Mom and Stepdad’s house — back to the nest, rent-free.
• Now Bryan & Melissa Bremer’s home — the latest couch cushion kingdom.

Through it all, Mark has maintained the same tune: everyone else should pay, while he postures as though he’s the one footing the bill. The kicker? He still expects me, his children’s stepdad, to financially support his sons—covering the very needs that Mark himself has been held in contempt for ignoring.

Baseball uniforms, medical bills, court-ordered child support—Mark’s dime has never been anywhere near the register. He’s been too busy preaching from the throne of his pocket-lint empire. And when he does step into court, the story doesn’t change: broke, destitute, down to the last dime (which may or may not have been fished out of the Bremer’s couch cushions).

So when Mark points his finger and cries “living off another man’s dime,” let’s be clear: that’s the most autobiographical thing he’s ever said. His Dime Dynasty™ isn’t just a pattern—it’s his entire legacy. A legacy of dodging responsibility, propping himself up on others, and expecting the real men in his children’s lives to pay the price.

And while a dime may not stretch very far, hypocrisy? That’s one currency Mark has in endless supply.