It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when my phone buzzed with a new message. The sender was none other than my beloved wife, Emma. We had been married for ten years, and our relationship had always been built on trust, love, and mutual respect. But what I was about to discover would shake the very foundations of our marriage.
“Hey, honey! Check this out!” the message read, accompanied by a photo attachment. Curious, I opened the image, expecting to see a cheerful selfie or a picture of something amusing she had encountered during her day. Instead, my eyes widened in disbelief.
The Unimaginable Act
The photo showed Emma with a drastically altered appearance. She had enlarged her chest, something we had never discussed or even considered. My mind raced as I tried to process the image. Why would she do this without talking to me first? We had always made decisions together, especially about something as significant as this.
I called her immediately, my heart pounding. “Emma, what is this? Why did you do this without telling me?” I demanded, struggling to keep my voice steady.
She responded casually, almost nonchalantly, “Oh, I thought it would be a nice surprise. Don’t you like it?”
Trust Shattered
Her nonchalant attitude only fueled my anger and confusion. “A surprise? Emma, this isn’t a new dress or a haircut. This is major surgery! How could you not discuss this with me?” My voice cracked with a mix of frustration and betrayal.
Her words stung. How could she dismiss my feelings so easily? It wasn’t just about the physical change; it was about the trust we had built over a decade of marriage. That trust was now in tatters.
The Decision
I spent the next few days in a haze, trying to understand why Emma had done this. I replayed our conversations in my head, searching for any hint or clue that might explain her decision. But there was nothing. She had acted impulsively, without any regard for my feelings or our relationship.
Emma and I parted ways, each of us trying to rebuild our lives. The pain of betrayal lingered, but with time, I began to heal. I learned the importance of communication and trust in a relationship and vowed never to let those principles be compromised again.
In the end, the lesson was clear: in any relationship, no matter how strong it seems, trust and communication are the pillars that hold it together. Without them, even the strongest bonds can crumble.
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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