In 1975, a well-known musician met iconic actress Goldie Hawn at the height of their careers.
The two crossed paths while traveling from New York to Los Angeles on a first-class flight, and their connection was immediate.
The musician, a member of The Hudson Brothers, was already a prominent figure in the music world, having performed alongside The Beach Boys, The Osmonds, and The Monkees. In addition to his music career, he also appeared in films and TV shows, most notably the cult classic Hysterical.
Recalling their first encounter, the musician described the chemistry as undeniable. “The attraction was instant. I invited her out to dinner that night, and that was it,” he shared. Their relationship quickly escalated, with their physical connection being a central aspect.
“The [intimacy] was mind-blowing. Even when everything else in the relationship turned sour, the [intimacy] was always amazing,” he added, per the Daily Mail. Though their relationship had its ups and downs, there were moments when it seemed as though they were making progress.
The couple married in 1976 when Goldie was pregnant with their first child, a son. However, their son’s birth was not without complications. Born at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles, he was diagnosed with meconium aspiration, a life-threatening condition in which a newborn inhales amniotic fluid contaminated with meconium.
The newborn was isolated for three days after birth, which deeply distressed the couple. “Goldie and I were beside ourselves,” the musician remembered. He further explained: “She was really sick, and I’d go from her bedside to the neonatal intensive care unit. The doctors didn’t think [son’s name] would make it. But [he] pulled through, and from that moment, he was our precious miracle.”
Three years later, the couple welcomed their second child, a daughter, in 1979. The family of four enjoyed several happy years together, but their marriage came to an unfortunate end in 1981 when the musician discovered Goldie had been unfaithful. The musician longed for a traditional marriage, which conflicted with Goldie’s views on commitment.
“Goldie was having affairs, [and] she told me pretty much on our wedding night that she wanted an open marriage, that she couldn’t imagine being faithful to one man for the rest of her life,” he revealed to the Daily Mail. “I wanted a traditional marriage, but Goldie couldn’t settle. Eventually, I moved out.”
After their split, Goldie began dating actor Kurt Russell in 1983. They had initially met in 1968 while filming The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band, but it wasn’t until their reunion on the set of Swing Shift that their romantic relationship blossomed. Their son, Wyatt Russell, was born in 1986, three years into their relationship.
Blending their families proved to be a significant adjustment. Goldie’s daughter recalled: “For me, it felt like such a big moment because it was like, ‘My mom is madly in love with this guy.’” She added: “And I was meeting his son [Boston], which meant, ‘Does this mean that this is my brother?’ It was a lot to handle at such a young age.”
Goldie’s children from her previous marriage struggled with feelings of abandonment after their parents’ divorce. Her son recalled how their biological father gradually distanced himself from their family. Reflecting on a controversial Father’s Day post dedicated to Kurt, he said: “It doesn’t really matter which one of these men is my father. My pa stepped in when I was six and made me the man I am today.”
Both siblings have fond memories of Kurt stepping into the role of father figure. Though their relationship with their biological father, Bill, remains strained, they often express gratitude for Kurt’s dedication.
Meanwhile, Bill has openly voiced his feelings of betrayal, accusing Goldie of “poisoning” their children against him. Despite the tension, Kate and Oliver are focused on healing from their past and maintaining a positive outlook for the future, per Hello!.
By 2015, the strained relationship with Bill became public when Oliver posted a controversial Father’s Day message on social media. He shared a throwback picture of himself, Kate, and Bill, captioned: “Happy abandonment day… @katehudson.”
Bill, angered by the post, expressed his frustration in an interview, saying: “Oliver could have picked up the phone and called me, but he hasn’t. This was clearly premeditated; he chose the photograph and posted it on Father’s Day when he knew it would cause maximum pain.”
Bill went further to claim that if Oliver wanted to cut him out of their lives, he had succeeded. The fallout only deepened when Kate followed Oliver’s lead and posted her own tribute to Kurt, which added to the tension.
Kate appeared on Howard Stern’s show, speaking about how Kurt was the father who was present during the difficult and challenging times. In response, Bill stated, per the Daily Mail: “I would ask them to stop using the Hudson name [because] they are no longer a part of my life.”
He further expressed: “Oliver’s Instagram post was a malicious, vicious, premeditated attack; he is dead to me now, as is Kate. I am mourning their loss even though they are still walking this earth.” Following this, Bill decided to remove all childhood memorabilia of Kate and Oliver from his home, according to the Daily Mail report.
Despite the distance between Bill and his older children, Kurt has embraced his role as a grandfather to Kate and Oliver’s children.
While Bill continues to harbor resentment, Kate and Oliver have moved on, choosing to focus on the family bonds they’ve built with their stepfather, Kurt.
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My MIL and Husband’s Sisters Forced Me to Clean Up Alone After Easter Feast—I Agreed, but They Weren’t Ready for My ‘Surprise’
When my husband’s family decided I was their personal maid for Easter, they had no idea I’d already hidden something special alongside those chocolate bunnies. What happened next was something that still makes me laugh.
I’ve never been the type to air my dirty laundry online. Really, I’m not. But what happened this Easter was too perfect not to share.
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My name’s Emma, I’m 35, work as a marketing director for a mid-sized firm, and I’ve been married to Carter for three wonderful years. Carter is everything I could ask for. He’s supportive, caring, funny, and actually knows how to load a dishwasher correctly.
Our life together has been pretty close to perfect, except for one glaring issue. HIS FAMILY.
“Emma, honey, could you grab me another mimosa while you’re up?” My mother-in-law Patricia’s voice carried across our backyard patio last month, though I’d barely taken two steps toward the kitchen.
She hadn’t moved from her cushioned lounge chair in over an hour.
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I’m not one of those people who complain about everything. I don’t post passive-aggressive status updates or share my grievances on social media. But Carter’s mother and his three sisters, Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey… they’re special. And by special, I mean the entitled kind.
“Of course, Patricia,” I replied with the practiced smile I’d perfected over three years of marriage.
From day one, they made it clear I wasn’t quite what they had in mind for Carter.
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They’re the sort of people who believe they’re always right, and who’ve never truly accepted me. They’re the kind who offer compliments wrapped in barbed wire.
“Oh, Emma, you’re so brave to wear something that tight,” Sophia, the eldest at 41, commented at our last family gathering, eyeing my perfectly normal dress.
Melissa, 39, never misses a chance to comment on my eating habits. “Good for you, not caring about calories,” she’d say while watching me take a single bite of dessert.
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And then there’s Hailey, 34, who despite being younger than me, always manages to sound like a disapproving aunt. “Our family has strong traditions. Hope you can keep up.”
But this Easter? Oh, they really outdid themselves.
“Since you and Carter don’t have kids yet,” Melissa announced three weeks before Easter while her three children climbed all over my freshly cleaned furniture, “it would make sense for you to organize the Easter Egg Hunt.”
Not just hide a few plastic eggs. No.
I was supposed to create a whole event: scavenger hunt clues, costumes, and even hire a bunny mascot with my own money.
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“It would really show you care about our family,” Sophia added, sipping her latte and adjusting her oversized sunglasses while lounging on my backyard patio.
Carter squeezed my hand under the table. “That sounds like a lot of work,” he started, but his sisters talked over him.
“It’s just what we do in this family,” Hailey shrugged, though I’d never seen her lift a finger to organize anything.
Fine. I swallowed my protests. For now.
Little did they know, I’d already started crafting a plan that would make this Easter one they’d never forget.
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Two days before Easter, my phone pinged with a text message. Patricia had created a family group chat. Minus Carter, of course.
“Since you’re already helping, honey, it would be WONDERFUL if you just cooked Easter dinner! Carter deserves a wife who can host properly. 😘”
I stared at my phone, my blood pressure rising with each notification as Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey chimed in with their “suggestions.”
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What she really meant was: Cook for 25 people. A full spread: ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, rolls, two pies, and “a lighter option for those of us watching our figure.”
Not one of them volunteered to bring even a pie.
“They want you to do what?” Carter asked when I showed him the messages. His face flushed with anger. “That’s ridiculous. I’ll talk to them.”
“No,” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But Emma, that’s too much work. Let me at least order catering.”
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I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got this, trust me.”
Easter Sunday arrived with perfect spring weather. I’d been up since dawn, hiding eggs for the hunt later and preparing the feast they’d demanded. By noon, our house was filled with Carter’s family. His mother, three sisters, their husbands, and children ranging from four to 12.
“Emma, this ham is a bit dry,” Patricia commented within seconds of taking her first bite.
“The potatoes need more butter,” Melissa added.
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“In our family, we usually serve the gravy in a proper boat, not a measuring cup,” Sophia pointed out, though I’d used my grandmother’s antique gravy boat.
Carter started to defend me, but I caught his eye and shook my head slightly. Not yet.
They ate. They destroyed the kitchen. They let their kids run wild, smearing chocolate everywhere.
Melissa’s youngest even knocked over a vase, and no one bothered to pick up the pieces. All I heard was, “Kids will be kids!”
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And then, after gorging themselves, they settled onto the couches with their wine glasses, not moving a muscle.
“Emma,” Sophia looked over her shoulder and said, “the kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.”
“Oh, honey,” Patricia added. “Now you can clean everything up. Time to show you’re real wife material.”
They smirked, settling onto the couch like pampered queens while their husbands disappeared to watch basketball in the den.
Carter stood up. “I’ll help you, Emma.”
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“No, sweetie,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You worked so hard all week. Go relax with the guys.”
The sisters exchanged satisfied glances. They thought they’d won.
I smiled. Oh, I smiled so sweetly. I clapped my hands together.
“Absolutely!” I chirped. “I’ll handle everything!”
Their smug faces relaxed as they turned back to their conversation about Sophia’s upcoming cruise. Hailey kicked her feet up on my coffee table, her shoes leaving small marks on the wood.
“Kids!” I called out cheerfully. “Who’s ready for the special Easter Egg Hunt now?”
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Excited children came running from various corners of the house.
“But I thought we already did the egg hunt this morning,” Patricia said.
“Oh,” I said with a wink to the children. “That was just the regular hunt. Now it’s time for the Golden Egg Challenge.”
The kids squealed with excitement.
“What’s the Golden Egg Challenge?” Melissa’s ten-year-old son asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
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“Well,” I explained, pulling out a shimmering golden plastic egg from my pocket, “while I was setting up the regular Easter Egg Hunt this morning, I hid something extra special.”
The children gathered around me, their eyes wide with wonder at the gleaming egg in my palm.
“Inside this golden egg is a note about a VERY SPECIAL PRIZE,” I said, lowering my voice dramatically. “Much better than candy.”
“Better than candy?” Sophia’s eight-year-old daughter gasped as if I’d claimed the moon was made of cheese.
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“Absolutely. It’s an ALL-EXPENSES-PAID prize!” I announced.
The kids were practically salivating now. I could feel Patricia and her daughters watching with mild interest from the couch, probably assuming I was talking about some toy or small gift card.
“The golden egg is hidden somewhere in the backyard,” I continued. “Whoever finds it wins the grand prize! Ready?”
The children bolted for the back door, nearly trampling each other to be first outside.
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“That’s sweet of you, Emma,” Patricia called from the couch. “Keep them busy while we digest.”
Carter caught my eye from across the room and raised an eyebrow. I just winked.
Fifteen minutes of frantic searching later, we heard a triumphant scream from the far corner of the garden.
“I FOUND IT! I FOUND THE GOLDEN EGG!”
It was Sophia’s daughter Lily, sprinting across the lawn, waving the golden egg over her head like an Olympic torch.
Perfect. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
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“Congratulations, Lily!” I cheered as everyone gathered around. “Would you like to open it and read your prize?”
The eight-year-old eagerly cracked open the plastic egg and pulled out a small rolled piece of paper. Her brow furrowed as she tried to read it.
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“Would you like me to read it for everyone?” I offered sweetly.
She nodded and handed me the paper.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat dramatically. “The winner of the Golden Egg receives the GRAND PRIZE: You and your family get to handle the ENTIRE Easter clean-up! Congratulations!”
For three beautiful seconds, absolute silence fell over our backyard.
Then came the uproar.
“What?” Sophia spluttered, nearly choking on her wine.
“That’s not a prize!” Melissa protested.
Lily looked confused. “I have to clean?”
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“Not just you,” I clarified cheerfully. “Your whole family gets to help! Isn’t that exciting? All the dishes, the kitchen, picking up candy wrappers… everything!”
“Emma,” Patricia started, her voice stern. “This is just a joke, right?”
“Oh no, it’s the official Golden Egg prize,” I insisted. “The kids have been so excited about it.”
And that’s when the most magnificent thing happened. All the children began chanting, “CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP!”
Carter burst out laughing, unable to contain himself any longer.
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“This isn’t funny,” Hailey hissed.
“Actually,” Carter said, stepping beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist, “it’s hilarious.”
“We can’t expect the kids to clean,” Sophia protested, her face flushing red.
“I’m just following the rules,” I said sweetly. “Family traditions are important, right? You taught me that!”
Patricia stood up, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. “Emma, dear, this is inappropriate.”
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“Is it?” I asked innocently. “More inappropriate than expecting one person to cook for and clean up after 25 people without help? More inappropriate than making snide comments about my cooking while you eat the food I prepared?”
The children were still chanting, growing louder by the second. Several of them had already started collecting trash from the yard, taking the challenge seriously.
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“Mom,” Lily tugged at Sophia’s designer blouse. “We won! We have to clean up!”
Faced with their own children’s enthusiasm and the growing awkwardness of the situation, they had no choice.
“Fine,” Sophia finally muttered.
I handed her a pair of rubber gloves with a smile. “The dish soap is under the sink.”
For the next hour, I sat on the patio with my feet up, sipping a perfectly chilled mimosa, watching as Carter’s mother and sisters scrubbed dishes, wiped counters, and swept floors.
Carter joined me, clinking his glass against mine. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”
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“I learned from the best,” I replied. “Your family always says how important it is to follow traditions.”
As I watched Patricia awkwardly scrub dried gravy from my roasting pan, she caught my eye. For just a moment, there was something new in her expression. Something that looked suspiciously like respect.
Next Easter? I have a feeling they’ll be bringing potluck dishes and cleaning supplies.
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