A car from my stepdaughter Emily was the last thing I expected on my 55th birthday, especially considering our history. She handed me the keys, and I thought that was it. But then she mentioned another gift hidden in the glove compartment. What I found there changed our relationship forever.
I’ve always said that being a stepmom is like walking a tightrope. You’re trying to balance between being a parent and not overstepping. Between loving unconditionally and respecting boundaries.
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For me, that tightrope has been my life for the past ten years with my stepdaughter, Emily.
I met her father, David, at my workplace. I was new there and he helped me with a lot of things. We instantly became friends.
Now that I look back at it, I feel like fate had given me my new job so I could meet David. We had so many things in common, and it took us only about a few months to start dating.
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David told me everything about his life. He had lost his wife about a year before we met, and his life revolved around his little girl, Emily. He loved her to pieces.
As our relationship grew stronger, I couldn’t help but wonder about our future.
One evening, as we sat on his porch swing after dinner, I decided to broach the subject.
“David,” I said, my heart racing, “where do you see this going? Us, I mean.”
He turned to me. “Monica, I love you. I want to spend my life with you. But…”
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“But what?” I prompted gently.
“I want to marry you, but I’m worried about Emily. I don’t know how she’d react to having a stepmom.”
I reached out and took his hand. “David, it’s going to be fine. My meetings with Emily have always gone well. She’s a sweet girl.”
“You’re right,” he said as he smiled. “Emily does seem to like you. She always asks when you’re coming over next.”
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“See?” I squeezed his hand. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Emily and I will find our way.”
“You’re right. We’ll make this work. Together.”
When I married David, I knew I was stepping into a complicated situation. Emily was just 12, still raw from losing her mom two years earlier. I knew it would be difficult for her to accept me as her stepmother, but I thought things would get better.
I was wrong.
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I remember the first time I met her. I remember how her big brown eyes looked up at me with concern.
“Hi Emily,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m Monica. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi,” she mumbled, before quickly excusing herself to her room.
That moment set the tone for our relationship. I tried my best to be there for her, but Emily always seemed to keep me at arm’s length.
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It wasn’t that she was mean or disrespectful. No, it was more subtle than that. She was polite but distant, like a guest in her own home.
I remember her 13th birthday. I’d spent hours decorating the house and baking her favorite chocolate cake. When Emily came home from school, her eyes widened at the sight.
“Wow,” she’d said, a small smile playing on her lips. “This looks great. Thanks, Monica.”
It was a nice moment, but there was still that invisible barrier.
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She didn’t hug me or show much excitement. It was like she was holding back, afraid to let herself get too close.
Despite the challenges, David and I had a good relationship. He was patient and always encouraged me to keep trying with Emily.
We were happy. So happy. But then, five years ago, my world turned upside down.
David was killed in a car accident, leaving Emily and me alone.
I still remember that awful day.
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I was sitting in the living room with Emily, and both of us were shocked.
“What do we do now?” Emily asked in a trembling voice.
I reached out and took her hand.
“We stick together,” I said. “We’re a family and we’ll get through this together, okay?”
She nodded and squeezed my hand tightly. It was the closest we’d ever been, united in our grief.
After David’s death, it was just Emily and me. We were the only family for each other.
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I never wanted to replace her mom. I just wanted to be someone she could rely on.
But no matter how many birthdays or milestones we celebrated together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she merely tolerated me. It was like there was an invisible barrier between us that I couldn’t break through.
As Emily grew up, she became more independent and spent a lot of time away from home. She eventually got a great job in marketing and was doing well for herself.
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I was proud of her accomplishments but also worried about the emotional distance that seemed to have grown even wider between us.
I’d always imagined we’d have a loving relationship, but instead, our interactions felt transactional.
There were times when Emily would barely acknowledge my existence at family gatherings, and her silence felt like a constant reminder that I was an outsider in her life.
Last Thanksgiving made me realize she didn’t value my presence at all.
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My sister and her family had come over, and Emily had arrived late. She just gave a quick hello before immersing herself in conversation with her cousins.
My sister pulled me aside when she noticed this.
“Everything okay with you and Emily?” she asked.
“Oh, you know how kids are,” I forced a smile. “She’s just busy with work and her own life.”
But inside, my heart was breaking.
I wanted so badly to be close to her, to have the kind of relationship where we could talk about anything and everything.
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Fast forward to last week, just before my 55th birthday.
Emily called me and said she wanted to take me out for a special birthday dinner. I was touched. Usually, she only sent me a card and flowers, but this felt different.
I wondered if this was finally a sign that she was starting to see me as more than just her dad’s second wife.
She picked me up in a sleek red convertible.
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At first, I thought she was just picking me up in a rental, but then she stepped out, handed me the keys, and said, “Happy birthday. This is for you.”
Her voice was flat, almost mechanical. It seemed like she was fulfilling an obligation rather than giving a genuine gift.
I tried to muster a smile and said, “Thank you, Emily. This is so generous of you.”
Then, we went for dinner.
I thought it would be an opportunity for us to bond, but our conversation felt forced and awkward.
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At that point, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the car was a way for Emily to buy her way out of guilt or some sense of duty she felt toward me.
Was this her way of finally cutting ties? Was this a goodbye gift?
On the drive home, I was consumed by these thoughts. My heart ached at the possibility that Emily had only ever seen me as a temporary figure in her life.
As we parked in the driveway, Emily mentioned there was something in the glove compartment for me.
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“It’s a part of your gift,” she said.
My hands trembled as I opened it and found a small stack of papers inside.
As I pulled them out, my heart skipped a beat. They were drawings — childhood drawings that Emily had made years ago. I went pale.
The drawings were simple and sweet, depicting our little family. I recognized myself in them, always drawn with a big smile. The stick-figure version of me was labeled “Mom.”
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Each drawing showed us together, doing mundane things like baking or gardening, and they all had the same caption: “Mom and Me.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as the realization hit me.
All those years, I thought I was just a stepmom, someone Emily tolerated. But these drawings were proof that she saw me as her mom. That she loved me all along.
“Emily, these drawings… I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ve always loved you, Mom,” she said.
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“I just didn’t know how to say it. It felt like I was betraying my birth mom if I called you ‘Mom,’ too. But you’ve been there for me through everything, and I want you to know that I see you as my mom. I always have.”
I was speechless. The tears came then, and we hugged each other tightly, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. All the years of uncertainty, all the walls between us, seemed to crumble in an instant.
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We spent the rest of the evening talking about everything. Her fears, my doubts, and all the moments we had shared that meant more to each of us than the other realized.
It was like a weight had been lifted, and for the first time, I truly felt like Emily’s mom.
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Jacqueline Bisset, 78, continues to wow audiences with her natural beauty
Jacqueline Bisset is magnificent – in so many ways.
In a career spanning 58 years and a portfolio that includes about 50 films, the 78-year-old actress shows no signs of slowing down.
Jacqueline Bisset has been one of my role models since I was a very little girl, my parents just loved her. To me, she really is one of the few actresses that represent the glamour that Hollywood once had.
I admire her aging naturally and always thought she had a very natural beauty and sex appeal. She never wore tons of makeup.
Throughout her storied career, the brown-haired beauty, known for her high cheekbones and striking green eyes, has demonstrated her versatility by playing a range of characters including the sultry seductress Miss Goodthighs in the spy parody Casino Royale (1967), a devoted mother in Sleepy Time Gal (2001), First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis in America’s Prince: The John F. Kennedy Jr. Story (2003) and Anna Karenina (1985) in the sweeping love story of the same name, where she starred opposite Christopher Reeves.
Bisset made her first on-screen appearance in Roman Polanski’s Cul-de-Sac (1966) and gained notoriety in 1968 when she starred in back-to-back films in one single year: Detective with crooner Frank Sinatra, Bullitt with Steven McQueen, and her Golden Globe-nominated performance in The Sweet Ride with Tony Franciosa and Bob Denver, who’s famously known as Gilligan on Gilligan’s Island.
You’ll also recognize her from her performances in Day for Night (1973), Murder on the Orient Express (1974), The Deep (1977), Wild Orchid (1990), her Golden Globe and Emmy-nominated role in Joan of Arc (1999), her Golden Globe-winning role in the miniseries Dancing on the Edge (2013), Miss You Already (2015) and Birds of Paradise (2021).
In 2010, the multilingual actor–she speaks English, French and Italian–was awarded the Legion of Honor, the highest state order in France, and in 2023, Sedona International Film Festival recognized Bisset with a Lifetime Achievement Award.
Despite filming with some of Hollywood’s hottest men, Bisset has never been married. The stunning woman was pursued by Frank Sinatra, and rumors swirled that she was involved with Bullitt co-star, Hollywood bad boy, Steve McQueen. But Bisset, a proper English lady, said they were too different.
Referring to McQueen, she said in an interview with the Daily Mail, “He was attractive, but a little scary. I was very English and he was a hip American. The way he talked would have driven me mad–I didn’t know what a dude or a soul chick was!”
She’s had long-term relationships with Canadian actor Michael Sarrazin, the ballet dancer Alexander Godunov and actor Vincent Pérez, but she admits she’s too independent for anything permanent.
In an interview with the Independent, Bisset said, “I’ve had some very interesting men in my life. They have been a handful. I don’t choose easy men, I’m told.” She continued, “Sometimes you get too much information when you spend time with people. You start to see things–bad habits. You start to discover them and then you have to marry bad habits and I’m not sure I can cope with them. I don’t ever have bad relationships. I haven’t broken up angry. I’ve just moved out of situations that have been overwhelming.”
Though Bisset–Godmother to Angelina Jolie–hasn’t made headlines for having outrageous relationships, she was trending after she won the Golden Globe for her portrayal as Lady Cremone in the BBC series Dancing on the Edge.
Her acceptance speech, with the background music playing to signal her off the stage, was mostly filled with ramblings but demonstrated genuine gratitude from the then 69-year-old, who had been waiting 47 years to win, since her first nomination for best newcomer.
Since then, she starred as a sassy femme fatale in the French thriller The Lodger (2020), and most recently, she appeared in the film Loren & Rose (2022). Bisset plays the lead character Rose, a legendary actor trying to re-establish her career, who’s bound by a reputation that casts her as being a “little zany and a bit unreliable.”
According to the film’s director Russell Brown, the character of Rose is the opposite of Bisset in real life. Brown said, “Viewers often assume that Jacqueline is ‘like she is in the movie.’ But this really isn’t the case–as an actress and a woman, I think she is quite different from Rose, and it’s a testament to her skill that the transformation feels so seamless.”
Bisset is a timeless beauty who embraces aging with grace. In her infamous Golden Globes speech, she said: ‘I believe, if you want to look good, you’ve got to forgive everybody. It’s the best beauty treatment.’
She’s also said that though in her youth she had “lots of complexes” she was never tempted by plastic surgery. “I don’t think it makes you look younger. It makes you different,” said Bisset.
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