When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
Sally Field Reveals Her Most Awkward On-Screen Kiss—You Won’t Believe Which One It Is!
I’ve always admired Sally Field. She’s a legend and an amazing actress, and at 76, she’s had many on-screen romances throughout her career.
With so many roles, she’s shared a lot of on-screen kisses. Recently, she revealed which one was the worst, though she was initially reluctant to name the costar involved.
Sally Field is known for her incredible range and talent. She has had a fantastic career in Hollywood and has starred in many iconic films and TV shows.
I’ll never forget her powerful performance in *Steel Magnolias*, especially that emotional funeral scene. Sally did an amazing job showing a range of emotions—love, sadness, anger, and loss.
She’s also well-known for roles in *Gidget*, *The Flying Nun*, *Smokey and the Bandit*, *Forrest Gump*, *Mrs. Doubtfire*, and *Erin Brockovich*.
Sally Field was born into a working-class showbiz family in Pasadena, California. Her childhood wasn’t easy—she wrote in her memoirs about her stepfather doing some very harmful things to her and having a secret abortion when she was 17.
Despite these challenges, Sally has grown into a beautiful and humble person.
Today, Sally is still very active in her career. She played Janice in the 2020 TV series *Dispatches From Elsewhere* and appeared as Jessie Buss in the 2022 series *Winning Time: The Rise of the Lakers Dynasty*, which shows the lives of the 1980s Los Angeles Lakers.
Given how busy she is, it’s no surprise that Sally still makes appearances in interviews.
On the Thursday, December 1 episode of *Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen*, Sally Field opened up about her worst on-screen kiss after a fan asked about it.
Field, who is 76, laughed and looked around before admitting, “Oh boy. Shall I really name names here?” When Andy Cohen, 54, encouraged her to reveal the name, she hesitated but then said, “Okay. This is going to be a shocker. Hold on folks.”
The Oscar-winning actress named her former boyfriend Burt Reynolds as the culprit. Cohen asked, “But weren’t you dating at the time?” Field explained that during the filming of *Smokey and the Bandit*, she had to “look the other way” because Reynolds wasn’t really putting much effort into the kiss.
Field noted that there was a lot of “drooling” on Reynolds’ part during their scenes together. The two met in 1977 while working on *Smokey and the Bandit* and dated for about five years.
Reynolds, who passed away at 82, talked about his relationship with Field in his memoir *But Enough About Me*. He expressed regret about their relationship, wishing he had tried harder to make it work.
In March, Field told Variety that she had stopped speaking to Reynolds in the last 30 years of his life for good reasons. “He was not someone I could be around,” she said. “He was just not good for me in any way. And he somehow convinced himself that I was more important to him than I actually was. I just didn’t want to deal with that.”
Always have had nothing but high praise and respect for the works of Sally Field. Absolutely top-notch!
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