Marlo Thomas Confesses Her Love for Phil Donahue

Marlo Thomas and Phil Donahue actually wrote the marital handbook.

The long-married couple’s book, What Makes a Marriage Last: Insider Stories, contains personal facts about their marriage. Forty Well-Known Couples Share Their Secrets with Us.

The most fascinating revelation made by Marlo is that, even though she and Phil have been married for over 40 years, she never really wanted to get married.

The famous person expressed in the book her previously negative opinion of the institution, saying that marriage is like a vacuum cleaner that sucks away all of your ambition and vitality when you stick it to your ear.

Thomas frequently shares her opinions, likening marriage to having to placate a prisoner. That is, until she met Donahue.

Phil Donahue and Marlo Thomas met following the dissolution of their first marriage, and they have remained lifelong friends ever since.

The Phil Donahue Show, which was eventually renamed as simply “Donahue,” was the vehicle through which Phil Donahue first gained popular recognition. For the first time, audience members participated in the program, which ran for 29 years. One of the visitors on his show who radically changed his life’s trajectory was Marlo Thomas.

The book claims that the two met in 1977 in Chicago, when Phil was bringing four children with him. His fifth child, a daughter, lived somewhere else with her mother and ex-wife.

Marlo and Phil dated for three years before being married in 1980 in front of a small wedding party of thirty-five guests.

Not surprise, Marlo’s friends and family were taken aback by the actress’s sudden change of heart. A hilarious story of Marlo’s bridal shower, where visitors hung notes from the soon-to-be bride that disclosed her past views on marriage, is featured in the couple’s book.

The book claims that Marlo’s mother was the most shocked of all, asking Donahue, “How did you get her to do this?” throughout the nuptials of the pair.

Reportedly, among other emotions, even total strangers voiced shock at the well-known social activist’s decision to get married. While Phil was in the lavatory, a passenger on the airplane the couple took to Greece for their honeymoon expressed displeasure to Marlo, presumably disappointed that she had given up her old independent streak.

In the book, Thomas is honest enough to acknowledge that something was unclear when they spoke. After all her life condemning marriage, was she suddenly a hypocrite for getting married? Had she let those down who held her in high regard as the embodiment of self-reliance?

Even though Donahue and Thomas discuss the usual ups and downs of their long marriage in the book, they manage to make their marriage work to this day. They describe these problems as teaching moments that deepened their relationship.

The couple had been apart from the beginning of their marriage, with Phil traveling to Chicago to tape his show and Marlo traveling to pursue her acting career.

Thomas had a greater understanding of how different individuals define marriage when his aunt said that the couple’s union was void because they weren’t living together exclusively. In spite of their separation, Thomas and Donahue were able to keep their marriage together. Significantly, Marlo’s marriage resulted in her having children.

In a 2012 interview with AARP, Thomas reflected on her experience helping Phil raise his kids, stating she went into it knowing that they already had a traditional mother and that would not be her role.

Rather, Marlo claims that she began to treat Phil’s children more like friends in an effort to mimic the parenting style of her own mother. She continues by saying that she feels more connected to them today than she did at the start of their marriage.

Donahue points out that Thomas really did strive to understand the lads in the book and spent as much time as she could getting to know his sons.

Phil and Marlo believe that their long marriage is a result of her strong bond with his kids and their mutual faith in each other. “You build trust when you realize that this person always has your back,” says Marlo in clarification.

Despite being married for more than 40 years, they still have more memories to make.

Phil goes on to argue that a marriage has to be desired by both parties in order for it to last. Marlo says she would never want to be anything other than married to her lover, echoing his sentiments. She claims that Donahue has assisted her “in every manner possible.”

When two people truly commit to one another, marriage is an incredibly lovely union that is made much more beautiful.

These two have a lot to teach and inspire us all. As satisfying as their relationship is, we should all strive to be in one!

Customer Mocked Me Because I Work as a Cashier at the Grocery Store — Moments Later Karma Took Revenge for Me

Erin’s life changes completely when her husband’s affair is revealed. In a turn of events, she loses her job and takes the role of a cashier at the local grocery store. Everything is fine until an entitled customer comes into the store, forcing Erin to keep calm and professional.

My life took a complete turn at 38 years old. I’m a mother to three kids: Emma (15), Jack (9), and Sophie (7), and I’ve gone from being a project manager at a mid-sized tech company while raising my children to working in a grocery store.

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Freezers in a grocery store | Source: Pexels

This is what happened.

The first cracks came in gradually, all stemming from James, my husband.

“James, are you coming to bed?” I asked one night as he sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

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A man sitting on a chair | Source: Pexels

“In a bit,” he muttered, not looking up. “Just need to finish this.”

“Finish what? The TV’s off.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before lying flat.

“Work stuff, Erin. Can we not do this right now?”

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A man lying flat on a couch | Source: Pexels

I could sense something was wrong, but amidst the chaos of work and family, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Then, one devastating evening, I discovered the truth. James had been having an affair.

“How could you do this to us?” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “To the kids?”

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A silhouette of a couple | Source: Pexels

James looked down, unable to meet my gaze.

“I’m sorry, Erin. I never meant for it to get this far.”

The stress from the divorce piled onto the already immense pressure at work. My job’s demands became unbearable as I tried to navigate the emotional wreckage of my home.

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A crying woman | Source: Pexels

The focus and sharpness I once prided myself on were slipping away, and I struggled to keep up with the relentless pace of my job.

“Erin, I need those reports by the end of the day,” my manager, Lisa, reminded me gently. “I know things are tough right now, but we need to stay on track.”

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A woman sitting at a table | Source: Unsplash

“I’m trying, Lisa,” I replied, my voice shaky. “It’s just… everything is falling apart.”

And it all became too much. Lisa, though sympathetic to my situation, was left with no choice when my productivity plummeted.

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A woman looking at her laptop and holding her head | Source: Pexels

“Erin, we have to let you go,” Lisa said, her eyes full of regret. “I tried to keep you, but my hands were tied on this one. I’m so sorry.”

Losing my job felt like the final blow in a series of relentless hardships. The financial strain only added to the emotional burden of my divorce.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Pexels

I knew that I had to find another job quickly to support my children, but the job market was tough, and positions that matched my qualifications and previous salary were few and far between.

“Will we be okay?” Emma asked me one morning as I buttered toast for her and her siblings.

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Buttered toast on a plate | Source: Midjourney

“We will,” I said. “We will be just fine. I have an interview today, and it’s going to be the right match for us. I promise, darling. Don’t you worry about us.”

“But I am worried, Mom,” Emma said, taking a bite of toast. “I don’t want to live with Dad.”

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A teenage girl | Source: Pexels

My heart ached. I couldn’t let them down.

Desperation led me to apply for a cashier position at a local grocery store.

“Look, I know it’s not what you’re used to, Erin,” the manager, Mr. Adams, told me. “But this job is stable. We can offer you stability and a steady income.”

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A person holding a contract | Source: Pexels

“I know,” I agreed. “It’s just that I have three children to care for, too.”

“I understand,” he said. “We can look at a raise in three months.”

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A cashier at a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

The change was difficult, but it allowed me to be there for my children in a way that I hadn’t been able to before. The predictable hours meant I could attend school events, help with homework, and tuck my kids into bed every night.

“I like this, Mom,” Sophie said as I tucked her into bed. “You’re not always with your laptop.”

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A little girl tucked in bed | Source: Pexels

“I agree,” Jack said from his corner of the room. “Mom’s always here now.”

But as always, despite things seeming positive in one way, life was always going to throw curveballs my way.

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A little boy sitting on the bed | Source: Pexels

Yesterday was different. A mother with two teenage children came into our supermarket. She was dressed in expensive designer clothes, as were her two children.

When she came to the register, I started ringing up her groceries in an autopilot mode. I was tired and just wanted the day to be over. I wanted to get home for pizza night with my kids.

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A woman wearing expensive clothes | Source: Pexels

“What’s with the face, dear? Why aren’t you smiling at your customers?” she asked me, tapping her long nails on the counter.

I had been working all day and I had forgotten to plaster a smile across my face.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her, taking things out of the cart.

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A full shopping cart | Source: Midjourney

Then I smiled at her and continued to do my job.

But, of course, it didn’t end there.

“I’d have that face too, if I worked here. Your face looks mean because you don’t earn enough. That’s why you’re miserable.”

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A close-up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

The other customers in the line looked shocked, while I became red from the embarrassment.

I wasn’t embarrassed by my job; I was grateful for it. But it was her ugly comment that made me want to curl into a ball.

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

Just as I handed her the last bag, she screamed loudly when one of her kids bumped into the cart, still holding onto his iPhone. The cart tipped over, spilling all the groceries onto the floor with a loud bang, followed by glass shattering.

Expensive bottles of wine were spilling onto our floor, soaking through the artisan bread and gourmet cheese.

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Bottles of wine on display | Source: Unsplash

The woman’s face turned bright red as she snapped at her child, humiliated.

“Michael! Watch what you’re doing! You clumsy idiot!” she shrieked.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he muttered, pocketing his phone and looking around.

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A teenage boy | Source: Pexels

I quickly bent down to help pick up the undamaged items, maintaining my composure.

“It’s alright, accidents happen,” I said softly, while the other customers watched the scene unfold.

Mr. Adams approached as the woman and her children scrambled to gather their things.

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A man wearing a uniform | Source: Unsplash

“Ma’am,” he said politely. “It seems you might need some help. We can replace the broken items, but you’ll need to pay for them.”

The woman, now visibly flustered, handed me her credit card with a huff.

“There,” she said.

I swiped it, but the transaction was declined. I tried again, but the result was the same.

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A person holding a card | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but your card has been declined,” I said, trying to remain as professional as possible, but my insides were doing cartwheels as karma dished it out for the woman.

“That’s impossible,” she said. “This must be a mistake. I’ll call someone to sort this out.”

She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear, but there was no answer. She tried again, and again, but the person on the other end did not respond.

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An angry woman | Source: Unsplash

The growing line of customers behind her began to murmur and exchange looks, some shaking their heads in disbelief, while others grew impatient.

Mrs. Jenkins, a regular customer, stepped forward with her bread and milk, ready to join another line.

“Looks like karma has its own way of working things out,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being so rude to others.”

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Milk and bread in a shopping basket | Source: Midjourney

With no way to pay and no one answering her calls, the woman was forced to wait in the store.

“I can get you a chair, ma’am,” Mr. Adams offered.

“No. I’m fine,” she said stiffly at the end of my counter, clearly mortified.

She waited for at least over an hour, her children sitting sullenly nearby, the humiliation palpable.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Unsplash

“Can’t we call a cab and go home?” the daughter whined. “My phone battery is about to die and I have things to do.”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“Enough, Gemma,” she said. “I don’t care what you need to do. We will wait for your father.”

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A teenage girl | Source: Unsplash

Soon enough, the father showed up, looking important in his suit. Immediately, he turned his anger on his kids.

“How could you be so careless? Do you know how much this is going to cost?” his voice echoed. “No allowances for you both.”

“And you,” he said, turning to his wife. “Can’t you manage a simple shopping trip without causing a scene? This is why I told you to leave it up to the cook.”

The entire store watched as he berated them. He gave me his card and nodded to me.

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A person holding a card | Source: Pexels

“Make it quick, please,” he said. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

When I was done, he grabbed the bags and stormed out of the store, not waiting for his family to follow.

“You handled that with grace, Erin,” Mr. Adams said. “Go on, get your things and get home to your kids.”

I intended to, a pizza party awaited me.

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Trays of homemade pizza | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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