Falling in love at 47 was something I never saw coming, especially after the heartbreak of my first marriage. Now, as I prepare to marry John, my teenage daughter, Emilia, is struggling to accept him. Balancing my love for John and my bond with Emilia, I’m faced with difficult choices and unspoken fears.
I never could have imagined that at 47, I would fall in love again, or that I would ever want a relationship after my failed first marriage, which ended 12 years ago.
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For a long time, I thought I was done with love. My ex-husband had been horrible to me. He constantly nagged, telling me I wasn’t doing enough around the house, even though I worked just as much as he did.
His words cut deep, especially when he made fun of me for gaining weight after my pregnancy. He didn’t care how hard I was trying or how much I juggled. I knew he was cheating, but I forgave him every time.
I told myself it was for the sake of our family, for our daughter. But when my then 4-year-old Emilia saw him with another woman, something broke inside me. That was the final straw. I couldn’t live like that anymore.
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The only good thing from that marriage is Emilia. She’s my everything—the best thing that ever happened to me. We’ve always been close.
For so long, it was just her and me, like a team against the world. I never thought I needed anyone else until a year ago when John came into my life.
John was different. He made me feel loved and cared for in ways I hadn’t felt in years. He treated Emilia with kindness, like she was his own daughter. Watching the two of them together gave me hope. I started to believe that maybe, just maybe, John could be the father Emilia never had.
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But everything changed after he proposed. Suddenly, Emilia wasn’t the same. She argued with John, with me, and left the house every time he came over. I didn’t understand it, and it broke my heart.
One evening, I sat in the kitchen with John, staring down at my cup of tea. I sighed, feeling the weight of everything. “I don’t know what to do,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
John looked at me, concerned. “Maybe we should start meeting at my place instead?” he suggested.
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I shook my head. “We’re getting married soon. What are we supposed to do, live apart then too?” I sighed again, feeling even more frustrated. “I don’t understand why she’s acting like this.”
John leaned back in his chair, thinking. “She’s jealous, Lucy. It’s been just you and her for so long. Now, you’ve got someone else in your life. Someone who’s taking up your time and love.”
“I guess,” I said. “But you two were fine before. She liked you.”
“That was different,” he replied calmly. “Back then, I was just your boyfriend. Now I’m going to be your husband and her stepfather. That’s a big change for her.”
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I nodded slowly. “You’re right. But I still don’t know what to do.”
John reached for my hand. “Talk to her,” he said softly.
I snorted, trying to hide my nerves. “Talk to a teenage girl? That’s like walking into a fire.”
John smiled. “No, talk to your daughter. She needs you.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, wishing I had the answers.
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The next day, I knew I had to talk to Emilia. I stood outside her door for a moment before knocking. “Come in,” she said, sounding annoyed. I could almost hear her eyes rolling.
I stepped inside, feeling nervous, and sat down on the edge of her bed. She looked at me, waiting for me to speak. “I wanted to talk to you,” I said.
Emilia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“I know it’s probably hard for you, with John becoming part of our family,” I said, trying to meet her gaze.
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She shrugged. “It’s not hard. John’s fine.”
“Then why do you leave every time he comes over?” I asked, keeping my voice calm. “And why do you argue with him?”
“Just because,” she muttered.
I took a deep breath. “Look, just because I love John doesn’t mean I’ll love you any less. You’re my daughter, and—”
She cut me off, her voice rising. “I don’t believe that!” she shouted. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have homework.”
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Her words stung, but I stood up slowly. “Alright. But if you ever want to talk, you can always come to me. It’s still you and me against the world, remember?”
Emilia didn’t respond. I looked at her for a moment, hoping for something, but she stayed silent. With a heavy heart, I left the room.
As the wedding day got closer, Emilia’s behavior only got worse. Every decision John and I made, she had a problem with. If we liked a caterer, she’d complain about the menu.
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It wasn’t until we chose the one she recommended that the complaints stopped. Picking out my wedding dress became a two-week ordeal, and she insisted on making my bouquet herself.
I thought it was her way of staying involved, but each time she demanded something to be changed, I could feel the tension growing. She had her own dress altered seven times, and John quietly paid for each adjustment.
It wasn’t just the wedding preparations that were exhausting—it was seeing how much pain she was in. I knew she was struggling, but I didn’t know how to help. Her anger felt like a wall between us, and every day, it seemed to grow taller.
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“Maybe we should cancel the wedding,” I said to John one evening, my voice soft.
John looked at me, surprised. “What? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“No, you’re perfect,” I reassured him. “I love you, and that hasn’t changed. It’s just Emilia…”
John nodded, understanding. “This is really hard for her,” he said, confirming what I had feared all along.
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“Yes,” I admitted, finally saying the words out loud. “I thought maybe if we just kept dating, she would come around. She might accept it better if we didn’t rush.”
John took a deep breath and said, “Lucy, I’ll support you no matter what. But this is your life, not Emilia’s. In two years, she’ll be in college, living her own life.”
“I know,” I replied, my chest tightening. “But it hurts to see her struggling like this.”
John reached for my hand. “You’re not alone in this. I’m here for both of you. We’ll figure it out together. I just want to make you both happy.”
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Then he paused as if considering something. “Actually, I’ve been thinking… I’d like to adopt Emilia. If she’s willing, of course. I already see her as my daughter.”
Tears filled my eyes as I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. Somewhere in the hallway, I heard a small noise, but I didn’t pay it much attention. Right now, I was focused on the love and support I had right in front of me.
The wedding day had finally come, and I felt both excited and nervous. I prayed to every god I could think of, hoping everything would go smoothly. But it seemed my prayers went unheard. Just minutes before the ceremony, my friend Kyra hurried into the room, looking worried.
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“Lucy, we have a problem,” she said, her voice tense. My heart sank instantly. “Emilia hasn’t shown up yet.”
“What do you mean, she hasn’t shown up?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten.
“I don’t know,” Kyra said. “She’s not answering her phone or replying to texts.”
Panic rushed through me. I didn’t even think before I bolted out of the room to find John. When I saw him, I blurted out, “Emilia’s gone. She’s disappeared.”
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John stayed calm. “Go find her,” he said with a small smile.
“But the ceremony starts in twenty minutes,” I said, unsure.
“Go,” he repeated, his voice gentle. “This wedding won’t mean anything if Emilia isn’t there.”
I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight. In that moment, I knew—once again—that I had chosen the right man.
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I had a feeling I knew where Emilia might be. My heart raced as I drove to the old playground we used to visit when she was younger. Sure enough, when I arrived, I spotted her sitting on one of the swings, her head down, gently swaying back and forth. Relief washed over me.
“Hey,” I said as I approached her, trying to keep my voice steady.
Emilia looked up at me, her eyes red and filled with tears. “Mom? What are you doing here? Isn’t your wedding starting soon?”
I sat down on the swing next to her and shook my head. “The ceremony doesn’t matter without you,” I said.
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She wiped her eyes and asked, “How did John take it? Did he leave you?”
“No, he didn’t leave,” I assured her. “He’s the one who sent me to find you. He told me the same thing I just told you—the ceremony won’t mean anything if you’re not there.”
Emilia blinked, surprised. “Really? He said that?”
I nodded. “What’s going on, Emilia? Why are you trying to stop the wedding? I thought you liked John.”
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“It’s not that,” she muttered. “It’s… it’s just that it’s always been you and me. I thought it would always stay that way. What if he leaves us like Dad did? I couldn’t handle that again.”
Hearing her say that made my heart ache. “So that’s what this is about? You’re testing John?”
She sighed, her voice small. “Not on purpose… but maybe.”
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I reached over and took her hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to protect me. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you. And trust me, John isn’t going anywhere. He loves both of us. He even told me he wants to adopt you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I overheard you two talking about it. That’s why I’m not at the ceremony right now. What if I let him in, and then he just… leaves? I’m scared, Mom.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “Oh, baby. I’m scared too. But love is about taking risks. We don’t know the future, but we choose love because it’s worth it.”
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She rested her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m ready…”
“I get it,” I said softly. “But no matter what, you’ll always have me. No one, not even John, can change that. You and I? We’ve been a team from the start.”
Emilia let out a small laugh. “But now John’s part of the team too…”
I smiled and squeezed her hand. “It’s easier to fight with three of us, don’t you think?”
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She nodded, smiling a little. “I guess so.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking her in the eyes. She nodded.
“And I trust John. Can you trust my trust?”
After a moment, she nodded again. “Yes.”
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I stood up, holding out my hand. “Then let’s go. I’m late to my own wedding,” I said with a wink.
Emilia took my hand, standing up beside me. We shared a tight hug, knowing that no matter what, we would always have each other.
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The Corpse of Drew Barrymore’s Grandfather Was Stolen for One Last Celebration
John Barrymore came from a long line of theater actors. He himself first appeared on stage alongside his father in 1900, and in 1903 officially began his career, starring in the likes of Justice (1916) and Richard III (1920). His greatest role was his 1992 appearance in Hamlet, for which he was dubbed “the greatest living American tragedian.”
Barrymore also starred in a slew of silent films, most notably Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920), Sherlock Holmes (1922) and Beau Brummel (1924). He later made the transition to sound movies, starring in the likes of Grand Hotel (1932) and Midnight (1939).
On May 29, 1942, Barrymore died at the age of 60 from pneumonia and cirrhosis. What happened next has been the subject of many rumors. It’s alleged his friends, Errol Flynn, W.C. Fields and Sadakichi Hartmann snuck into the morgue where his body was being held, propped him up against a poker table and allowed him to experience one final celebration.
As it turns out, these rumors are true! In an August 2020 episode of the popular YouTube series Hot Ones, the acting legend’s granddaughter, Drew Barrymore, revealed his corpse had actually been stolen.
“Not only yes, but there have been cinematic interpretations of it,” she exclaimed. Those interpretations include S.O.B., starring Julie Andrews, and allegedly the 1989 comedy Weekend at Bernie’s, in which two friends pretend their deceased boss is alive.
Barrymore added that she wants the same to happen to her. “I will say this, I hope my friends do the same for me. That is the kind of spirit I can get behind. Just prop the old bag up, let’s have a few rounds.
“I think death comes with so much morose sadness and I understand that, but if it’s okay, just for me, if everybody could be really happy and celebratory and have a party, that would be my preference.”
Vintage Hollywood certainly was a different era…
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