When the entitled Mitchells demanded that I remove some “garbage” from the garage of my late parents’ home, I begrudgingly complied. But a week later, once they realized the true value of those items, they called and begged me to return them. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to teach them a lesson.
I never thought selling my parents’ house would be this complicated. I mean, I had already spent weeks cleaning, organizing, and reliving memories I wasn’t quite ready to part with.
Then I got hit with a ridiculous request from the new owners. When I got the call from my realtor two days after the closing, I knew my work wasn’t done.
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“Joyce, the new owners are complaining about some ‘garbage’ left in the garage,” my realtor, Sarah, said, her voice tense with the stress of mediating between me and the Mitchells.
“Garbage?” I echoed, baffled. I had meticulously cleaned every inch of that place. “What are they talking about?”
“Apparently, they’re saying you left behind a bunch of stuff and they want it gone immediately. They’re threatening to charge you for additional cleaning costs if you don’t take care of it.”
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I sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Of course they are. Alright, I’ll drive back and sort it out. Can’t have them messing with my credit or anything.”
Balancing life as a widowed single mother of three was tough enough without adding entitled new homeowners into the mix. My kids, Emma, Jake, and Liam, needed me, but so did this situation.
So, I took a day off from work, arranged for a friend to watch the kids, and prepared for the two-hour drive back to my parents’ old house.
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As I drove, I mentally braced myself for what I assumed would be a minor cleanup. The Mitchells had seemed alright during the sale process, but now their true colors were showing.
Rich people’s problems, I thought. Must be nice to have nothing better to do than harass someone over imaginary trash.
When I finally arrived, I unlocked the garage and was hit with a wave of irritation.
“This is the garbage?” I snapped. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
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My parents had built this house when they both retired and the so-called “garbage” was spare building materials.
It included valuable items like extra hardwood flooring, custom tiles, expensive light bulbs for the high-end lighting fixtures, and custom paint cans with specific color codes for the house.
There was even the middle section of a custom dining room table that was part of the original design.
Unbelievable.
I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, cursing under my breath.
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Hours passed as I carefully loaded everything into my van. The Mitchells had acknowledged these items during the house inspection—had even seemed interested in them. Now, they were nothing but an inconvenience to their grand renovation plans.
Just as I was strapping down the last paint can, Thomas and Shelley arrived. Shelley, with her perfectly coiffed hair and designer sunglasses perched on her head, looked at me with thinly veiled disdain.
“About time you got here,” Thomas said, crossing his arms. “We’ve been waiting all morning.”
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“Yeah, well, some of us have actual responsibilities,” I snapped, immediately regretting my tone but too tired to care.
Shelley glanced into the van. “I hope you’re planning to take all of that with you. We don’t need any of your junk cluttering up our space.”
“Junk?” I laughed, a bitter edge to my voice. “This ‘junk’ is worth a lot more than you realize. Extra flooring, custom tiles, specialty light bulbs, and paint with the exact codes for this house. I was doing you a favor by leaving it behind.”
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Thomas scoffed. “We don’t need these old, dusty things. We’ll buy new materials.”
I shook my head, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Well, good luck with that. It’s all yours now. I’m done.”
Driving back, a mix of frustration and satisfaction battled within me. Sure, it was infuriating that the Mitchells didn’t appreciate the value of what I’d left, but at least I’d done the right thing.
Maybe I could sell the stuff and make some extra cash. God knows we could use it.
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A week later, I was back to my usual routine when my phone rang. It was Sarah again. “Joyce, you’re not going to believe this.”
“What now?”
“The Mitchells need those materials back. Turns out they can’t proceed with their renovations without them.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. They’re practically begging for you to return everything.”
“Wow,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Looks like I’m not the only one with responsibilities, after all.”
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It was almost poetic, the irony of it all. The Mitchells, who had dismissed me so easily, were now at my mercy. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
But I also saw an opportunity to teach them a valuable lesson about humility and respect.
I called Thomas later that afternoon. “Hi Thomas, it’s Joyce. Sarah told me you need those materials, after all. I’ve been thinking about your situation, and I believe I can help.”
“Oh, thank God,” he said, relief evident in his voice.
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“We really need those items back. What do we need to do?”
“Well,” I began, savoring the moment, “considering the effort and time it took for me to remove everything, plus the inconvenience and the storage costs, I think it’s only fair you compensate me for it. And let’s not forget the actual value of the materials.”
There was a long silence on the other end. “How much are we talking about?” he finally asked, his tone wary.
I named my price, deliberately setting it high.
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“And just so you know,” I added, “I’ve already got interested buyers for the hardwood and other materials. So, if you’re not willing to pay, I can easily sell them.”
“That’s outrageous!” Shelley’s voice cut in, sharp and indignant. “You’re extorting us!”
“I’m merely asking for fair compensation,” I replied calmly. “You called these items ‘garbage’ and demanded their removal. I went out of my way to do that for you, and now you realize their value. I think it’s reasonable to be compensated for my time, effort, and the storage costs.”
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“Let’s be clear,” Thomas interjected, trying to regain control. “We’ll pay, but not that much. It’s absurd!”
I held my ground. “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it. Your renovation plans are at a standstill without these materials, right?”
The silence that followed was deafening. I could almost see them seething on the other end of the line.
“Alright,” Thomas finally said, his voice tight with anger. “We’ll pay your price.”
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The next day, we arranged to meet at the house. As I unloaded the van, I could see the strain on their faces. This was more than just a financial transaction; it was a humbling experience for them.
Shelley looked particularly sour, but Thomas seemed to be trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.
“I hope you understand now,” I said, handing over the final box of custom tiles, “the importance of respecting people’s time and effort. What you dismissed as garbage turned out to be essential for your plans.”
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Thomas nodded, his expression hard to read. “We understand,” he said quietly. “And we apologize for the way we treated you.”
Shelley mumbled something that might have been an apology, though it sounded more like a begrudging acknowledgment. I didn’t press it. I had what I needed—a sense of justice and a sizable compensation.
Driving away, I felt a surge of accomplishment. I had stood my ground and turned a frustrating situation into a positive outcome for my family. The money would go a long way.
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Maybe we’d finally take that vacation we’d been dreaming about, or I could start a college fund for the kids. It marked a new chapter for us, one of empowerment and resilience.
That evening, as I sat around the dinner table with Emma, Jake, and Liam, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction.
“What’s for dinner, Mom?” Jake asked, eyeing the stove.
“Something special,” I said with a smile. “We’re celebrating.”
“Celebrating what?” Emma asked, her curiosity piqued.
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“Let’s just say, sometimes standing up for yourself pays off in unexpected ways,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “And I think we’ve earned a little celebration.”
We enjoyed a rare meal out that night, the kids’ faces lighting up as I told them about our potential vacation. They were ecstatic, their excitement infectious.
And as I tucked them into bed later that night, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Life had thrown us a curveball, but we had hit it out of the park. The Mitchells might have learned a lesson, but so had I. We were stronger, more resilient, and ready to face whatever came next.
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Actor Ali MacGraw sacrificed her own career for Steve McQueen
Ali MacGraw became a Hollywood superstar overnight. But just as quickly as she rose to fame, she disappeared from show business altogether.
Ali MacGraw
Ali MacGraw – born Elizabeth Alice MacGraw – was born on April 1, 1939, in Pound Ridge, New York, USA. Her mother, Frances, was an artist and worked at a school in Paris, later settling in Greenwich Village. She married Richard MacGraw, who was also an artist. In 1939, Ali was born.
Ali’s father Richard supposedly had issues from his own childhood which made him a little bit different from others.
He had survived a terrible childhood in an orphanage, running away at the age of 16 to go to sea. He would later study at an art school in Munich, Germany.
“Daddy was frightened and really, really angry. He never forgave his real parents for giving him up,” Ali explained, saying said her father’s adult life was spent “suppressing the rage that covered all his hurt.”
Ali MacGraw – childhood
Money was short for their family, too. Frances and Richard, together with Ali and her brother, Richard Jr, had to move into a house on a Pound Ridge wilderness preserve which they shared with an elderly couple.
“There were no doors; we shared the kitchen and bathroom with them,” Ali said. “It was utter lack of privacy. It was horrible.”
Mom Francis worked with several commercial-art assignments and supported the family. At the same time, Richard had a hard time selling his paintings, and as a result became very frustrated. Ali’s brother Richard became a victim for his anger at home.
“On good days he was great, but on bad days he was horrendous,” she recalled. “Daddy would beat my brother up, badly. I was witness to it, and it was terrible.”
Ali was the daughter of artists, and she knew that she, too, wanted to go into a creative line of work as she got older. She earned a scholarship at the prep school Rosemary Hall, and in 1956, she moved to study at Wellesley College in Massachusetts
By the age of 22, Ali MacGraw moved to New York and got her first job as an assistant editor at Harper’s Bazaar, working with photographers as an assistant.
Fashion work in New York
Fashion editor Diana Vreeland hired Ali as, what she recalls as, a “flunkie”. Ever seen the film The Devil Wears Prada? Well, it was pretty much that.
“It was ‘Girl! Get me a pencil!’,” MacGraw recalled.
The future Hollywood celebrity worked her job as an assistant for several months. Then, about six months in, fashion photographer Melvin Sokolsky noticed her beautiful looks, and Ali MacGraw was hired as a stylist,and given a better salary. She’d end up staying in that position for six years.
“I don’t know where she got this work ethic, but Ali would come in at eight a.m., and many times I’d come back at one in the morning and she would still be doing things for the next day,” Ruth Ansel, a former art director of Vanity Fair and Harper’s Bazaar recalls.
Ali was great as a stylist. But soon, she was asked to work in front of the cameras as a model. It didn’t take long before she was on magazine covers all over the world, even appearing in television commercials. For thing led to another, and Ali tumbled headfirst into the profession of acting.
She had been sketched nude by Salvador Dali a couple of years earlier. But when the surrealist artist started sucking her toes, MacGraw decided that she’d rather be an actress than a model.
Ali MacGraw – films
Ali went straight from an unknown stylist and into the world of cinema, and boy, did she do it with a bang.
She was untutored in the art of film, which gave her acting another dimension. Her natural beauty was stunning, and the audience loved her.
Following a small role in A Lovely Way to Die (1968), she was asked to star in the 1969 film Goodbye, Columbus. It turned out to be a great call, with MacGraw receiving a Golden Globe for Most Promising Newcomer – Female. The following year, she got her big international breakthrough with a role that would pretty much sum up her career.
Ali MacGraw had received a script from her agent. She’d read it and wept twice because of how much she loved it. She decided she really wanted a part in it, and got herself a meeting with the film’s producer Robert Evans – who at the time was Paramount Picture’s head of production – at the Beverly Hills Hotel’s Polo Lounge. Not only did Evans think she was perfect for the part in the movie Love Story, he absolutely fell in love with her.
MacGraw – playing the role of Jenny – acted alongside Ryan O’Neal in the movie Love Story. The American romantic drama film, in which Ali played a working-class college student, became a smash hit.
Love Story hit the cinemas in 1970, and wow did the audience cherish it. It became the No. 1 film in the United States, and at the time, it was the sixth highest grossing movie in history in the US and Canada.
Award-winning actress
MacGraw earned an Academy Award nomination for her role, and the film itself earned her another win and five Academy Award Nominations. She also won herself a second Golden Globe as Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama.
Film producer Robert Evans not only loved her on screen, he had fallen in love with her in real life, and that love was reciprocated. In 1969, the couple tied the knot, and two years later, they welcomed their son, Josh Evans.
Ali MacGraw was the hot new star of the 1970s, but her private life and marriage with Evans would soon come to an end. Steve McQueen had visited their home to ask her to star alongside him in The Getaway, and the two Hollywood stars clicked right away.
“I looked in those blue eyes, and my knees started knocking,” MacGraw recalled. “I became obsessed.”
MacGraw and McQueen had an affair, and she soon left Evans to live with the actor in Malibu, along with her son Josh.
“Steve was this very original, principled guy who didn’t seem to be part of the system, and I loved that,” she said.
Ali MacGraw – Steve McQueen
But after a while, Ali realized that Steve McQueen had his own problems. Following his father abandoning his mother, a then-14-year-old Steve was sent to a school for delinquent children. MacGraw said he never trusted women after that.
He didn’t like that she worked and had her own career. For a while, Ali stayed home to raise their sons. But her husband’s demands were something Ali simply couldn’t accept in the long run.
Not only that, but he’d explode if she even looked at another man. He also wanted her to sign a prenuptial agreement, promising not to ask for anything if they’d divorce. She abided by the agreement when they did divorce in 1978.
“I couldn’t even go to art class because Steve expected his ‘old lady’ to be there every night with dinner on the table,” she recalled.
“Steve’s idea of hot was not me. He liked blond bimbos, and they were always around.”
This was the start of a pretty dark time in MacGraw’s life. She arrived on set to shoot the 1978 film Convoy both drunk and high, which prompted her to quit drugs.
Leaving show business
At the same time, several of her movies, such as Players (1970) and Just Tell Me What You Want (1980) flopped.
“It’s brutal for women,” MacGraw told The Guardian about returning to show business in the late 1970s.
“I don’t think there’s a woman over 40 who’s ever been conspicuously in the spotlight who doesn’t get sick of the kind of questioning the media lays on you, the fashion industry, all of it. It’s cruel.”
MacGraw had a short stint as a Hollywood superstar actress. Thereafter, she decided to start working in interior design instead, but didn’t fully give up on her show business career. She appeared in the television miniseries The Winds of War (1983) and China Rose (1985), but soon, her life would change for the worse.
Ali MacGraw simply couldn’t get any work in film, and she thought she was useless. At the same time, she didn’t feel complete unless she had a partner, describing being in love like “a drug high”.
She felt alone and desperate, and drank heavily. In 1986, she checked herself into the Betty Ford Clinic in California.
“The worst stuff happened when I drank,” she said. “I lost my judgment; I fancied other women’s husbands.”
Family tragedies
Her son Josh Evans was 15 at the time and had a hard time watching his mother suffering. MacGraw spent 30 days in group therapy and came out a stronger person.
In 1993, another family tragedy occurred when her house in California burnt down due to a wildfire. She then decided to move from Los Angeles and settled in a town near Santa Fe, New Mexico.
“I live in a little village north of Santa Fe, New Mexico called Tesuque,” she revealed last year.
According to McGraw, her neighbors don’t see her as a former Hollywood star – instead they appreciate all the community work she’s been doing.
For example, she has been doing volunteer work at the annual International Folk Art Market in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Ali MacGraw left acting, but in 2006, she found herself once again on stage. She reunited with her Love Story co-actor Ryan O’Neal in the Broadway adaptation of the Danish film Festen.
Outside of the Broadway show, MacGraw’s been out of the spotlight the last couple of decades. She’s put her heart into work for animal rights … and produced plenty of successful yoga videos.
Speaking to the Herald-Tribune in 2019, MacGraw stated that she’s still open to new adventures and work.
“One of the lucky things for someone my age is that I’m open and curious,” MacGraw said. “There’s not just one thing I love to do and feel bereft if I can’t. But I know that I’m not happy when I’m not doing something creative.”
Josh Evans – Ali MacGraw
Even though Ali left acting, her family still has a foot in the business. Son Josh Evans is an actor and director, and he’s made a great name for himself in Hollywood.
Also, he looks so much like his mother!
Being the child of Hollywood celebrities Robert Evans and Ali MacGraw certainly came with plenty of pressure.
But for Josh Evans, born in January of 1971, it was pretty much show business he wanted to do from the start.
The first job he ever wanted to do, however, wasn’t in the film business. He didn’t dream about working as an actor, but it was just one of those things that happened.
In 1989, Josh Evans had a small part in Dream a Little Dream (1989), but he wanted to do more. As a teenager with nothing to lose, he used to go to the manager’s office to see the breakdowns of movies being made.
Josh Evans – actor & director
That’s when he met someone he recognized in famous director Oliver Stone. He was making Born on the Fourth of July at the time, starring Tom Cruise. And Josh wanted in.
“At the time I just knew [Oliver Stone] from Platoon. He was making a movie with Tom Cruise and there was a role for the little brother. I wanted to play that part, so he got me a meeting with Oliver Stone,” Josh Evans recalls.
“When I sat with him, Oliver asked ‘Oh, you think you look like Tom Cruise?’. Now knowing him, I realize he was mocking me, but I said, ‘Yeah, I do.’ So, he said, ‘We’ll see what happens.’ Four months later, I got a call to audition and I got the part. It was very exciting and you could feel how special that movie was going to be.”
Since then, Josh has had a great career both acting and directing. He starred in the biographic film The Doors in 1991 and since, he’s been both acting and directing.
With eight films on his resume as a director, he actually had Michael Madsen starring in his 2015 film Death in the Desert. But what does he like best?
“I am definitely more comfortable on the side of the camera that does not show myself,” Josh Evans says.
“If an interesting opportunity presents itself, I am not opposed to it. I think there are other people out there who are more qualified and want it more than I do. As far as directing and telling my stories, I would do that for free, whereas acting is more of a job, but I enjoy it once I do it.”
Josh Evans – family
Josh is a really handsome man, and the resemblance to her mother Ali MacGraw truly is great, especially in his big wonderful eyes.
In 2019, his father – Ali’s ex-husband – Robert Evans passed away. However, the family had the great memory of being together for him when he was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2012.
Josh has been married twice. In October 2012, he married American singer and musician Roxy Saint. By then, their son Jackson was two years old – Grandma Ali MacGraw loves spending time with her wonderful family.
“He’s so wonderful,” MacGraw said about her son. “He’s my favorite human being on the planet, and he goes out with a girl I’m nuts about. Their relationship is so much about, among other things, friendship and respect.”
Ali MacGraw and Josh Evans surely are very proud of their wonderful family. We wish them all the best in the future, and who knows, maybe we’ll see them on the same stage or movie set in the future?
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