With her blond hair & blue eyes, she was making waves in Hollywood – but look at her now

Kathleen Turner rose to fame in the 1980s with her strength and attractiveness – many consider her one of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.
It is this fortitude that has helped her through the many goods and bad times the actress has experienced over the years.
Kathleen Turner was reared in a home with four other children despite having a difficult upbringing. She and her siblings were raised in both Venezuela and London. She experienced tragedy when, at a young age, her father passed tragically suddenly while mowing the lawn of their Hampstead house.

The foreign service expelled Kathleen and her family from the UK a month after his death. Turner moved her family to Springfield, Missouri, where everyone was still mourning their father and their former residence..
After relocating to New York to pursue an acting career as an adult, Tuner at last experienced calm. Although she had some success on the stage, her big break came when she was cast as the femme fatale in the 1981 film “Body Heat.”
Three years after starring next to William Hurt, Turner was given a chance to co-star with Michael Douglas in the famous “Romancing the Stone.” Douglas was in a rocky separation from his wife Diandra at the time of filming, and he and Turner developed some feelings for each other.
“We were in the process of falling in love – fervent, longing looks and heavy flirtation. Then Diandra came down and reminded me he was still married,” Kathleen said.

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She eventually married the property developer from the film, Jay Weiss, in 1984. The two had their only daughter together soon after. Rachel Ann Weiss was born on October 14, 1987.
Unfortunately, the couple’s relationship began to fracture as they started raising their daughter.
“I’d make the movie companies give me long weekends or provide extra tickets so my daughter and husband could come to me. But there was a sense in the marriage the effort was all on his side, which made me feel guilty. It was one of the reasons it ended. I started to feel very oppressed. I thought, ‘Hang on a minute, you’ve done very well out of being married to me also,’” Kathleen explained.

Their marital issues reached a breaking point when Turner played Martha in the Broadway revival of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” in 2005. Acting in eight performances a week caused Turner to become exceedingly busy, and it seemed Weiss didn’t want to spend any time with her when she was at home.
Turner received a Tony nomination for her performance as Martha during that period, and the two split peacefully.
In 1987, the actress received an Oscar nomination for her performance in “Peggy Sue Got Married.” In the 1980s, she continued to make movies and appeared in a number of blockbusters, three of which starring Michael Douglas.

Kathleen, however, suffered a medical setback in the 1990s when her neck locked, preventing her from turning her head. She also lost the ability to use her hands because of swelling in them.
“It was crippling,” Kathleen said. “You stop taking things for granted when you lose them, even temporarily. What I took for granted – my athleticism, my ability to throw myself around, and just be able to move however I wanted to. When I lost that, that was a real crisis of self: who am I if I cannot do this?”
Rheumatoid arthritis, which is defined by the swelling of the lining of our joints, turned out to be the cause of her unfortunate circumstances. Chronic pain brought on by this illness can be challenging to manage.

“When it was first diagnosed, I was terrified because they said I’d be in a wheelchair,” Kathleen explained. “I thought, ‘If I can’t move, I can’t act.’ Acting isn’t just what I want to do. I was born to do it. It’s at every point of my living. The idea of not being able to do it was the most frightening part – that and the constant pain.”
As a pain reliever, Kathleen used booze and medications. Although they made it easier for her to work, her propensity for consuming vodka caused her to pass out during dress rehearsals for plays like the 2002 theatrical production of “The Graduate.”

After the episode ended, the actress genuinely entered rehab, where it was discovered that she was not an alcoholic. She was instead instructed to just keep better note of when she took her prescriptions and any negative side effects.

The actress now practices yoga and pilates to help her manage her discomfort and stay flexible.
The celebrity started to truly concentrate on her theatrical profession while managing her pain better. Although she occasionally continued to work in cinema and television, she mostly went back to her origins as she got older, even starring in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” on stage in her forties.
“Because I knew that the better roles as I got older would be in theatre, which is absolutely true, so that was a little foresight on my part of which I am justly proud,” Kathleen said.

The actress has been able to devote more time to her passions by concentrating on the theater, including volunteering for Amnesty International and working for Planned Parenthood of America.

Turner has dedicated her life to supporting other women as a fervent feminist and has done so for the majority of her life. Send Yourself Roses, Gloria Feldt’s 2008 biography of the actress, accurately depicts her ideas.

“We are the first generation of women who are financially independent. Women are going back to work,” Kathleen said. “They’re reinventing themselves. I thought I could support that, even increase that. So it has got a lot of philosophy in it and a lot of my beliefs.”

My Husband Invited His Mistress Home for His Birthday Party – I Was Furious and Got the Ultimate Revenge

When Gwen finds strands of red hair in her bed, and red lipstick stains on her husband’s work shirts, she immediately thinks that Ryan is cheating. Then, at his birthday dinner, everything gets revealed when Ryan brings a redhead to the party. Not wanting to let it slide, Gwen works on getting her revenge.

“Gwen, why do you look so stressed?” my friend Jessica asked, her voice laced with concern.

A stressed woman with her hand on her face | Source: Unsplash

A stressed woman with her hand on her face | Source: Unsplash

We were at the grocery store, getting the final things I needed for the recipes I had been poring over. My husband’s birthday was tomorrow and we had a dinner planned at home.

I sighed, thinking of the small Ziploc bag in my handbag.

A woman opening her handbag | Source: Pexels

A woman opening her handbag | Source: Pexels

“I found this while making the bed,” I said to Jess. “Obviously, it’s not mine, and it sure as hell isn’t Ryan’s.”

I pulled out the bag. Inside was a long strand of bright red hair that I’d found in our bed.

Jessica’s eyes widened as she took the bag from me.

A woman with red hair | Source: Pexels

A woman with red hair | Source: Pexels

“Are you serious? That’s pretty damning. What did Ryan say about it? Is it not the nanny’s?” she asked.

“No, not Michelle. She has a pixie cut now because she’s going through a breakup. I haven’t confronted Ryan yet. I actually thought that it might be a fluke,” I admitted. “But then I remembered something else.”

A woman with short hair | Source: Unsplash

A woman with short hair | Source: Unsplash

“What?” she asked, waving the bag around.

“The other day, I found red lipstick on the collar of his shirt. I was so tired that I didn’t even think about it. I just washed it out and carried on with the laundry. But after finding the hair, it’s all I can think about.”

Jessica’s face hardened.

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A woman wearing red lipstick | Source: Pexels

“Gwen, you don’t even wear lipstick. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

I nodded slowly. There was no point in trying to lie to myself anymore.

“I think he’s cheating on me. Other than the hair and lipstick, Ryan has been staying late at work recently, and it all just adds up to one ugly puzzle,” I said.

The silhouette of a couple | Source: Midjourney

The silhouette of a couple | Source: Midjourney

“What are you going to do about it?” she asked, picking up the red onions that I needed.

“Nothing for the moment. I know you’ll disagree, but Ryan’s birthday dinner is tomorrow and I don’t want to ruin it in case I’m wrong.”

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A birthday cake | Source: Pexels

I knew that I wasn’t wrong. I knew what I felt in my gut, and that was because everything just felt wrong when I thought about my marriage.

Recently, Ryan and I hadn’t been as intimate as before. We didn’t do as many date nights or anything spontaneous. I figured that it was just life being life, and that we had gotten busy with our jobs.

We argued over everything.

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A couple arguing | Source: Pexels

“We’re just in a rut,” I told myself when I was sweeping the house and thinking about it one day.

“Look,” Jess said. “I understand that you need to reevaluate it and look at everything, but you also need to know that you can’t let it go on indefinitely. You have two kids to worry about. So, think about them, too.”

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A woman sweeping the floor | Source: Pexels

The next day, as I finished up the final touches on the platters of food, my nerves were on edge. The guests started arriving for the party, and Ryan got more excited every time the doorbell rang.

“This is going to be so great, honey!” he said, walking around the house, making sure that everyone had a drink.

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People holding glasses of wine | Source: Unsplash

“Just call me if you need me,” I said. “I’m just going to get the canapés out.”

My husband smiled at me and nodded as he walked out.

I plastered a smile on my face, greeting everyone and giving them bites to eat.

A platter of canapés | Source: Midjourney

A platter of canapés | Source: Midjourney

Then, Ryan walked in with her.

“Honey, this is Stacy,” Ryan said, gesturing to the red-haired woman beside him. His hand was around her waist, and she batted her eyelashes at him.

Stacy smiled brightly.

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A woman with red hair and red lipstick | Source: Unsplash

“Hi, Gwen!” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I forced a smile. Inside, I was seething. The resemblance to the hair and lipstick was unmistakable.

“Nice to meet you, Stacy,” I said, trying to keep my face expressionless. “Make yourself at home.”

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An expressionless woman | Source: Pexels

Throughout the party, I kept up the charade, mingling with guests and keeping a close eye on Stacy and my husband.

Jessica caught my eye across the room and raised an eyebrow in question.

I nodded slightly, confirming her suspicions.

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People mingling | Source: Pexels

Later, when Ryan was outside with the smokers, I approached Stacy.

“So, how do you like working with Ryan?” I asked.

Stacy beamed, her eyes lighting up.

“Oh, it’s great! He’s been such a help. And being the assistant to our boss, I get to spend a lot of time with him. I’m new to the whole thing; Jeff hired me on the fact that I needed to spend time away from the kids.”

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A woman sitting at a desk | Source: Unsplash

I nearly choked on my drink.

“Wait, you’re Mr. Anderson’s assistant? And his wife?”

“Yes! It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

I smiled tightly.

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A married couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

“Very small,” I said. “Please, come on and take a seat; dinner will be served now.”

I served dinner methodically, with Jessica hot on my heels. I knew that she wanted to know everything.

“Not now,” I said, giving her a platter of chicken wings. “Later, I promise.”

A platter of chicken wings | Source: Midjourney

A platter of chicken wings | Source: Midjourney

The rest of the evening went off smoothly, except for the fact that Ryan and Stacy were openly flirting in front of us all.

The next morning, I went out to the hardware store and bought hidden cameras that I installed in our bedroom.

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A hardware store | Source: Unsplash

During dinner, I lied to him.

“Ryan, I’m going to support Jess. Charles just left her, and she needs me there,” I lied. “I’ll be gone for a day or two. I’ll take the kids, too.”

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Two young boys with skateboards | Source: Pexels

Ryan nodded absentmindedly, not even thinking about the fact that Jess and Charles were with us the previous night and were fine.

“Sure, take your time, honey,” he said, drinking his coffee.

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A man holding a mug | Source: Unsplash

I took the kids to Jess’s, where we were going to spend the weekend.

“Two days without you and the kids,” Jess said, making me some tea. “Ryan will definitely do something wrong.”

“I know,” I agreed. “He wouldn’t be able to resist anything.”

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A woman holding a teabag | Source: Pexels

When I returned, the first thing I did was review the footage. And my worst fears were confirmed, right there, on tape.

I contacted a lawyer and set up a meeting with Stacy’s husband.

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A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels

“Mr. Anderson,” I said on the phone. “It’s Gwen, Ryan’s wife. I need to meet you urgently. In private.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, his confusion clear.

“I’d rather we discuss it in person,” I replied.

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A woman using a laptop and holding a phone | Source: Pexels

“I’ll meet you in an hour,” he said.

I took my laptop to the coffee shop that we had agreed to meet at.

He was already seated, two coffees on the table and waiting.

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A cup of coffee on a table | Source: Pexels

“Are you okay? Is Ryan okay? He’s one of my best employees,” he said.

“Let me show you something,” I said.

I played the footage of Ryan and Stacy together.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, his voice strained. “Thank you for telling me.”

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A shocked man covering his mouth | Source: Pexels

When I got home, I made dinner for my sons and waited for Ryan to come home. The moment he walked in, I confronted him with the divorce papers.

“Gwen, what’s this?” he asked, bewildered.

“I know about you and Stacy,” I said coldly. “I have proof.”

Ryan fell to his knees in the kitchen.

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Divorce paperwork | Source: Pexels

“Please, Gwen, don’t tell Mr. Anderson. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”

“You brought another woman into our bed. I deserve better. So much better.”

In the end, Ryan lost everything in the divorce. He was fired from his job and found it difficult to find another job.

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A man holding his head | Source: Pexels

“Please, take me back,” he said on the phone one evening when I was dishing out ice cream for the boys.

“I don’t want to,” I said. “I’m just done having anything to do with you.”

“I deserve a second chance,” he said. “The boys need their father.”

I left the phone on the kitchen counter and let Ryan vent away.

I didn’t care anymore.

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Bowls of ice cream on a counter | Source: Midjourney

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