“We don’t have a son anymore.” When Emily’s husband returns from school pickup with a stranger’s child instead of their son, her world implodes. His chilling explanation only deepens her worry and leaves her wondering if her husband has gone too far.
A headache had been pounding behind my eyes all afternoon, each throb making the world pulse like a bad dream. When Michael offered to pick up Ethan from kindergarten, I could’ve cried from relief.
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Between the budget reports at work and the constant worry about my mom’s declining health, my brain felt ready to explode.
“You’re sure?” I asked, already sinking into the couch cushions. “I know you have that conference call with Singapore…”
“I’ll reschedule.” He grabbed his keys, the metal jangling too loud in my sensitive ears. “The market analysis can wait. Get some rest, Em. You look like death warmed over.”
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“Always the charmer,” I muttered.
Michael tended to make snap decisions, which bugged me occasionally, but at least today it worked in my favor.
I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I knew, the front door was creaking open. Something felt wrong. The usual thunder of Ethan’s footsteps was missing, replaced by an eerie silence that made my skin crawl.
There was no excited chatter about playground adventures, no backpack hitting the floor with a thud, and no demands for after-school snacks.
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I pushed myself up, squinting against the afternoon light. Michael stood in the doorway, but instead of our son’s Spider-Man backpack and mess of brown curls, I saw a tiny girl with braids, wearing clothes that looked a size too small.
Her brown eyes darted around our living room like a trapped animal, taking in the framed family photos and Ethan’s scattered Legos.
“Where’s Ethan?” My voice came out scratchy and uncertain. The pounding in my head intensified like a drum beating out a warning I couldn’t quite understand.
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Michael’s face was blank, eerily calm. “We don’t have a son anymore.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?” I stumbled to my feet, headache forgotten. “What are you talking about? Where is our son?”
He set the little girl down on the couch, his movements deliberate and controlled. “This is Mia. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“Michael.” I grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me.
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My fingers dug into his sleeve hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me where our son is right now.”
“He’s safe,” Michael said, his voice cold in a way I’d never heard before. “He’s with Mia’s family. And he’s staying there until he learns some valuable lessons about kindness and gratitude.”
“What did you do?” The room spun around me, and I had to grip the back of the couch to stay upright. “You can’t just… that’s kidnapping! Have you lost your mind?”
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“It’s not kidnapping. I spoke with Mia’s mother. We agreed this would be good for both children.” He loosened his tie, a gesture that usually meant he was settling in at home. The normalcy of it made me want to scream.
“Good for—” I broke off, staring at the little girl who sat perfectly still, her hands folded in her lap. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the cushions. “Michael, this is insane. What did Ethan do that was so terrible?”
His jaw tightened. “He’s been bullying Mia. He made fun of Mia’s cardboard dollhouse and called it trash. And he told everyone her family must be too poor to buy real toys.”
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He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his usually perfect parting. “But it’s more than that. Lately, he throws fits when he doesn’t get exactly what he wants. He broke his new tablet last week because the game wouldn’t load fast enough.”
Michael looked me dead in the eye then and said, “Our son has become entitled, Emily. Spoiled. He needs to learn what it’s like on the other side.”
I sank onto the couch, my mind racing.
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Yes, Ethan could be selfish sometimes — what five-year-old wasn’t? We’d been working on it, trying to teach him about sharing and gratitude. But this…
“There had to be better ways to handle this,” I muttered. “Timeout, taking away privileges—”
“Those don’t work anymore.” Michael’s voice softened slightly. “Em, he needs to understand. Really understand. Words aren’t enough. Sometimes you have to feel something to learn from it.”
I looked at Mia again.
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She was thin, with careful eyes that seemed too old for her face. When she caught me watching, she gave me a tiny, hesitant smile that broke my heart.
“Hi, Mia,” I said gently. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded, and something in my chest twisted. I knew Michael was wrong about this, but I also knew that look. It was the look of a child who wasn’t used to being asked what they needed.
“Let’s get you something to eat,” I said, standing up.
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Once I’d settled Mia in the kitchen with a plate of chicken nuggets and fries, I pulled Michael aside for a serious adult conversation.
“I still can’t believe you did this without consulting me,” I said in a low voice. “It was impulsive and wrong. That little girl is so confused, and I bet Ethan is, too. And I’ll only agree to this experiment if we go over to Mia’s house today and explain everything properly to Ethan.”
Michael nodded. “You’re right, it was impulsive, but this will teach Ethan gratitude and humility in a way we never could. You’ll see.”
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The drive to Mia’s house felt surreal. We passed from our neighborhood of manicured lawns and SUVs into a part of town where apartment buildings with broken windows loomed over littered sidewalks.
A group of men huddled around a burning trash can, and I found myself checking that the car doors were locked.
Mia’s house was small, with peeling paint and a chain-link fence. The yard was neat though, with carefully tended flowers growing in old coffee cans.
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Inside, I found my son sitting on a worn couch, his eyes red from crying. When he saw me, he launched himself into my arms with such force that we nearly fell.
“Baby,” I whispered, holding him tight. “I need you to listen to me, okay?”
I pulled back to look in his eyes, those familiar hazel eyes that usually sparkled with mischief. “What you did to Mia wasn’t kind and I know you could do better. Your dad and I love you so, so much that we want to help you be better, okay? This… this swap is to help you understand why kindness matters.”
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He nodded, lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry, Mommy. Can I come home now?”
My heart cracked. “Not yet, sweetheart. But soon.”
Over the next few days, something shifted. Ethan helped Mia’s mom with dishes and laundry, learning how much work goes into keeping a home running when you can’t afford a cleaning service.
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He played with Mia’s siblings, sharing the few toys they had. He watched Mia’s mom count out food stamps at the grocery store and saw how she stretched every dollar until it screamed.
Meanwhile, Mia bloomed in our house like a flower finally getting sun. She drew pictures, played with Ethan’s games, and slowly began to trust that there would always be enough food at dinner.
The first time I made pancakes for breakfast, her eyes went wide with wonder.
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“We can have breakfast food in the morning?” she asked, and I had to leave the room so she wouldn’t see me cry.
When the swap ended, both children were changed. Ethan hugged Mia and then presented her with his favorite action figure.
“Maybe I can come play sometimes? Mom said we could have playdates.”
Mia’s whole face lit up. “Really? You’d want to?”
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That night, Michael and I sat on the porch swing. The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine from our neighbor’s garden.
“It was still wrong,” I said quietly. “But I understand why you did it.”
He took my hand, his grip tight. “I was terrified the whole time. I was afraid I’d ruined everything, that you’d never forgive me… that something terrible would happen to him…”
I squeezed his hand back, watching the stars come out. Sometimes love meant making impossible choices.
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Sometimes it meant learning to forgive — others and ourselves. “We need to talk about your tendency to make unilateral decisions about our son.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I just… I couldn’t bear the thought of him growing up to be one of those people who never see beyond their privilege, who think the world owes them everything. Like I was before I met you.”
I leaned my head against Michael’s shoulder, listening to the crickets sing.
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Tomorrow we’d deal with the aftermath, but tonight, in this moment, I could feel something healing — not just in our child, but in all of us.
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Joyce DeWitt Finally Admits the Truth We All Suspected – You Won’t Believe What She Said
It’s been years since *Three’s Company* was on TV, but the laughs it brought us are still fresh in our minds.
With its memorable characters and hilarious mix-ups, this classic show changed the world of sitcoms forever. Now, Joyce DeWitt shares what truly made *Three’s Company* a show we’ll never forget…
From the funny adventures of three single roommates to the unforgettable acting of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, *Three’s Company* is still a favorite on American TV. It’s hard to believe that 40 years have passed since the final episode aired on ABC, yet the show’s charm and humor continue to entertain us.
To show just how long it’s been, I recently watched the intro. The scenes at Santa Monica Pier remind me of how much has changed since the show was filmed.
Sadly, both John Ritter and Suzanne Somers have passed away, leaving us far too soon. But Joyce DeWitt, now 75, keeps the spirit of *Three’s Company* alive by sharing her stories and memories of the beloved show.
“The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in *Three’s Company* are the many, many adults who have told me that *Three’s Company* was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told *US Weekly*.
Playing Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Joyce DeWitt became a TV star and brought joy to millions of viewers.
She appeared in 171 episodes of *Three’s Company* from 1976 to 1984.
“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told *The Spec*. “All we wanted to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really like a modern version of a 16th-century comedy. It was all about crazy fun. We talked about serious issues sometimes, but that was always in the background.”
“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “But in the end, it was about the deep friendship and love the characters had for each other. That’s what made people love them.”
After *Three’s Company* ended, Joyce DeWitt took a break from the spotlight for over ten years before returning to acting.
No matter what she has done or plans to do in the future, most people will always remember her for that iconic show. And according to DeWitt, there’s a simple reason for this.
“It was a ‘time out’ from the tough, stressful situations young people were dealing with in their lives,” DeWitt explains, adding:
“And, of course, they say the characters did silly, crazy things that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust, and support between the characters that made fans stay with the show for life.”
In unedited photos from the *Three’s Company* set, the close bond between the cast is clear, especially in the pictures of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the much-loved Chrissy Snow.
Both actresses gave memorable performances, portraying young women making their way in a male-dominated world. Their contributions were just as important to the show’s success as John Ritter’s, and in those early days, their smiles in the photos show a sense of friendship and teamwork.
But beneath the laughter, tensions were brewing. While Somers was praised for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her push for equal pay led to growing conflicts. She demanded a 500% salary increase, from $30,000 to $150,000, which put a strain on her relationship with DeWitt. What was once a joyful set became a place of tension and disagreements.
Suzanne Somers always saw *Three’s Company* as a serious business and took her role as an actor very seriously, but she knew this approach bothered her co-stars.
Eventually, Somers was fired but still had to finish the fifth season under strange conditions. She was kept apart from the cast, filming her scenes through odd phone calls while escorted by security. The tension grew, leading to a painful break between Somers and Joyce DeWitt.
For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a long silence that felt difficult to understand when you looked back at their early friendship on the show.
“They painted me as if I was trying to ruin the show,” Suzanne Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anyone on that show ever again. Ever again.”
Some people thought that Joyce DeWitt’s rivalry played a role in Somers’ departure, but it was really the salary negotiations that caused the rift between them.
Their different situations made things more complicated — Somers was a single mother who needed financial security, while DeWitt was more focused on her acting. This added to the strain on their relationship.
“We had very different approaches to our careers,” Joyce DeWitt said about her relationship with Suzanne Somers after the show. “We had very different needs. I didn’t have a child to support on my own. I didn’t have a business mindset, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”
But in a wonderful turn of events, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, *Breaking Through*. It was clear they had made peace.
The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past showed signs of healing.
DeWitt expressed her deep admiration for Somers, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This touching moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of forgiveness. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s sad passing in 2023.
In an interview with *US Weekly*, Joyce DeWitt spoke warmly about her late co-stars, honoring the lasting impact they made. Reflecting on Suzanne Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as “absolutely wonderful.”
She also paid tribute to John Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him “a true gift.”
Looking back at the photos from *Three’s Company*, we are reminded of a different, happier time—one filled with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable memories. These images not only capture the joy the cast brought to TV screens but also highlight the lasting legacy they have left behind.
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