
It’s hard to believe, but the internationally renowned actress is already 78 years old, while her partner has reached the tender age of 73.
Their extraordinary love story began on Valentine’s Day in 1983 and is still an inspiring story of connection that does not require the bond of marriage.

Despite the constant media attention and the prying eyes of the paparazzi, they have no plans to break up. Their bond seems unbreakable and they enjoy spending time together on vacation, regularly making headlines.

Recently, the actress came into the limelight when she was photographed in a bikini, which received mixed reactions. Some criticized her for her naturally aged appearance, but her partner Russell immediately rushed to her defense.

He still sees his wife as a timeless beauty and defends her decision not to marry. Russell emphasizes that their independence and the freedom to manage their relationship as they see fit are of great importance to both of them.

My Husband Ridiculed My Postpartum Figure at a Work Event – His Boss Confronted Him the Following Day


I’m Claire, and I’d want to talk about a moving chapter of my life that started with intense self-loathing but turned into an unforeseen path of empowerment and fresh possibilities. This metamorphosis took place both during and after a business function at my husband Tim’s boss’s opulent home. It was supposed to be a fun-filled evening, but my husband’s careless remark turned it into a significant turning point in my life.
My nerves were aroused as soon as we arrived at the lavish location by the setting’s grandeur and the guests’ exquisite clothes. I had given birth three months earlier and felt incredibly self-conscious about my postpartum physique, even though I was wearing my nicest outfit. Tim seemed especially keen to show me around his coworkers and their spouses—possibly in an attempt to win over his employer.
Inside, the energy was electric, with people having animated discussions over good wine and delicious fare. I could feel others examining me while I made an effort to socialize, which made me feel even more insecure. I was starting to get nervous that the evening would not go as planned.

In the middle of the throng, Tim and I had a quiet moment until he leaned down and said something that completely broke my calm: “Oh, God, look at their wives.” They certainly don’t tip the scales as much as you do, huh? Three months ago, you delivered birth. Why are you unable to simply resemble them?
His remarks sliced deep, and I was left reeling from the unanticipated brutality. Tears welling up in my eyes, I excused myself and ran to the safety of the restroom. I let myself cry behind the barred door, too ashamed and betrayed to stop myself.
I felt wounded and angry at the same time when I thought back on his remarks. What made him say that? Feeling completely deceived by the person who was meant to be my biggest ally, I asked questions.
Mr. Harrison, Tim’s supervisor, abruptly approached me after I had somewhat regained control. He questioned softly, “Claire, may I speak with you for a moment?” while wearing a worried expression. He spoke in a gentle tone, and I nodded, feeling shaken by the experience.
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