Following a divorce, it’s common for one or both parties to make changes. Perhaps some new clothes? A brand-new vehicle? Perhaps a new hairstyle, a new career, or a new social circle to go out and drink with?
My argument is that, after going through something as life-altering and, typically, traumatizing as a formal separation from someone you thought you would be in love with forever, it’s only normal to make changes to your daily life.
It appears that even celebrities can undergo post-divorce makeovers. As it happens, if Radar Online is to be believed, Kevin Costner is currently in the middle of one.
The short version of Costner’s love life and how it unfolded in 2023—which our coverage of it has been extensive—is that the Dances With Wolves star and Christine Baumgartner parted ways last year after 19 years of marriage.
According to all reports, Costner was taken aback by his ex-wife’s decision, while Christine was the one who started the divorce process. After an inevitable court struggle, Baumgartner received an order for Costner to pay $63,209 in child support each month.
Although it might seem like a lot, it is far less than the $161,592 that Christine was reportedly looking for.
A few months later, the 69-year-old Costner was the focus of several rumors that connected him to different women. I suppose this is to be anticipated, given the day his divorce was finalized, he became become one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors.
In recent months, there has been a lot of conjecture that he is now dating singer Jewel; the two are said to have taken a plane trip together for vacation. In an April interview, Jewel herself mentioned Kevin, slyly describing the actor as “a great person.”
Regarding the speculations that connected the two of them, she said in the same interview, “The public fascination is intense for sure.”
CANNES, FRANCE – MAY 19: On May 19, 2024, in Cannes, France, Kevin Costner is seen on the “Horizon: An American Saga” Red Carpet at the 77th annual Cannes Film Festival at the Palais des Festivals. (Image by FilmMagic/JB Lacroix)
The world won’t likely find out if Costner has found new love until an official announcement is released, but Radar Online claims that the leading man in Yellowstone has changed since splitting from Christine.
“He fusses over his hair nonstop and is now getting weaves,” a source reportedly told news outlet The Globe. “He is dabbling in other beauty treatments like Botox and spray tans to look younger.”
“He used to be a wash-and-go guy, but now he spends hours getting ready and gets really obsessed with his hair,” the insider said. With the bleached fuzz on top of his head, his buddies make fun of him for appearing like a scarecrow, but he doesn’t mind because he thinks it looks wonderful.
Indeed, when Costner was photographed at the Cannes Film Festival this month to introduce the first movie in his new four-part Western serial Horizon: An American serial, he flashed bleached blond hair and a noticeably longer hairline.
How do you think Costner looks now? Please tell us in the comments section.
I Heard a Young Woman on the Street Singing the Same Song My Daughter Sang Before Going Missing 17 Years Ago, So I Went Closer
I was walking home from work one day, thinking about the bills I had to pay that evening. But as I turned the corner onto the town square street, a familiar melody suddenly reached my ears and stopped me in my tracks.
It was the song I used to sing with my daughter Lily before she disappeared from our lives 17 years ago.
It was a song I’d made up just for her, a little lullaby about a field of flowers and sunlight that would brighten her dreams. No one else would know it. No one.
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But here it was, clear as day, sung by a young woman standing across the square, eyes closed, with a serene smile.
The song reminded me of when our little girl filled our home with warmth and joy. She was the center of our world, and her sudden disappearance left a gaping hole in our lives that never fully healed.
Suddenly, all the worries disappeared from my mind that day, and I felt my legs carrying me forward like I had no control.
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My mind kept saying it was impossible, that it couldn’t be, but my heart pushed me forward.
The woman looked familiar, painfully so. Dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and looking at her smile made me think I’d seen it a thousand times in old photos and my own memories.
She even had a dimple on her left cheek, just like Cynthia, my wife.
It all seemed too incredible, too much to believe, but there was this pull. A feeling only a parent could know.
Could this be my Lily?
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I felt so nervous as I moved closer. I watched as she finished the song and opened her eyes. She caught me staring but looked away as the crowd clapped for her.
Thank you all for listening! she said with a wide smile. “Have a great day!”
Then, her gaze met mine, and she noticed the strange expression on my face.
“Looks like you didn’t like my performance,” she said, walking over. “Was I that bad?”
“Oh, no, no,” I chuckled. “I, uh, that song is special to me. It’s very special.”
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“Oh, really?” she asked. “It’s super special for me too. You see, it’s one of the few memories from my childhood. I’ve been singing it ever since I can remember. It’s the only thing I have left from back then.”
She looked like she was about to leave, so I blurted out, “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s a long story,” she replied as she glanced at her watch. “Maybe some other time.”
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“Please, I’d like to hear it,” I urged, my heart pounding. “I’ll buy you a coffee and we can talk if you don’t mind.”
She paused, studying me for a second, then nodded. “Well… sure, why not?”
We walked over to the café and settled into a corner booth. The more I looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Her eyes, her smile, and even her voice felt like home.
It felt like a missing piece of my life had suddenly fallen into place.
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“You have a beautiful voice,” I said, trying to keep my composure.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “I was actually just passing through town for work when I heard that band playing. They were asking if anyone wanted to sing, and well, I just had to.”
“That song… where did you learn it?” I asked.
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She sighed, looking down at her coffee. “I didn’t ‘learn’ it exactly. It’s just… it’s the only thing I remember from my childhood. I used to sing it, or hum it, all the time. My adoptive parents said it was like my own little anthem.”
“Adoptive parents?” I asked, barely keeping my voice steady.
She nodded.
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“Yeah. I was… taken in by a family when I was five. They told me my real parents had died in a car accident. They even showed me photos from the newspaper,” her face softened, eyes misty.
“They were kind to me, gave me toys, and treated me well. But I always missed my real parents. With time, I started to believe my adoptive parents were the only family. But as I grew older, I had this nagging feeling that I was missing something, that maybe they weren’t telling me the whole truth.”
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I could feel my hands shaking.
“And… did you ever find out the truth?” I asked carefully.
“I tried,” she said. “You see, when I got older, my adoptive parents tried to make it official. They wanted to legally adopt me. They told me I should say I wanted to stay with them. So, I did.”
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“But when I turned 18,” she continued. “I started questioning everything. I tried to find my real parents, but I guess I didn’t have enough information. I tried reaching out to anyone who might have known me before, but my records didn’t match any missing children. I had so few details to go on.”
She paused, looking down at her hands. “It’s just this song that I have now. It reminds me of them.”
The pieces were starting to fit.
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A part of me wanted to call for a DNA test right there to confirm what my heart already knew, but a part of me was too terrified to believe it.
“Do you remember anything else about your real parents? Besides this song?” I asked.
“It’s all so blurry. I remember being happy, though, before everything changed. I think my name was Lily?” She laughed nervously. “But I can’t be sure. My adoptive parents called me Suzy, and after a while, that’s all I responded to.
I couldn’t believe her words.
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“M-my daughter,” I stammered. “Her name was Lily too.”
Her head snapped up. “Are you serious?”
I nodded, fighting back tears. “She went missing when she was five, and that was 17 years ago. We never found any answers. But we never stopped hoping. My wife’s name is Cynthia, by the way.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide.
“My… my mom’s name was Cynthia too,” she whispered. “I remember it clearly because she always used to make me say her and my father’s name. Are you… are you John?”
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“Yes,” I held her hand. “I’m John.”
We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other in stunned silence. And then, like a dam breaking, the tears came. We held each other, both crying as years of longing, confusion, and grief flooded over us.
It was as if all the lost years, the endless nights of wondering, finally found their answer.
“Dad?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“Yes, Lily,” I managed, my voice breaking. “It’s me… it’s us.”
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After a while, I asked Lily if she’d like to meet her mother.
My hands shook as I called a taxi once she agreed to follow me home.
We didn’t talk much during the ride home. I just kept wondering how all this was happening. It was too good to be true.
When we arrived, I asked Lily to wait by the door because I knew Cynthia would need a moment to process everything. However, she knew something was wrong the moment I stepped inside.
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“What happened?” she asked. “Are you alright?”
“Cynthia, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, touching her shoulders.
Then, I told her everything that happened during the last few hours.
“Oh God, oh God,” she said in tears. “No, no. It can’t be. That’s impossible, John!”
I held her hands and tried to calm her down.
“It’s true, Cynthia. Our Lily’s back,” I smiled.
“Where is she? Where’s our Lily?” she asked.
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“She’s here, behind the door,” I replied, my own eyes welling up with tears.
On hearing this, Cynthia sprang from her chair and ran to the door, flinging it open. She started sobbing when she saw our little girl, now all grown up, standing at the door.
“Mom?” Lily asked hesitantly. “Is-is that you?”
“Oh my God… my baby,” Cynthia cried, pulling her into her arms.
They clung to each other, both crying as if they could make up for all the years they’d missed. My heart swelled with joy as I watched them cry.
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After a while, we all sat down together, catching up on the years we’d lost. Lily shared stories of her life and struggles, and we told her how we could never have a child again.
Finally, Cynthia took a deep breath.
“Lily… would you be willing to, uh, confirm, with a DNA test?” She looked apologetic. “It’s just that after all this time, I just need to be sure.”
Lily nodded, smiling softly. “I understand, Mom. I’d like that too.”
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We scheduled a test, and within a week, the results confirmed what we already knew.
Lily was ours, and we were hers.
Our home was soon filled with laughter, tears, and stories of the life we’d missed out on. Lily moved in with us temporarily and each day felt like a small miracle.
I’ll never forget that ordinary evening on my way home from work when an old lullaby reunited a family that had been torn apart. Life has a strange way of bringing back what we thought we’d lost forever.
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