Actor Matthew Perry, who passed away, made millions of people happy throughout the world with his legendary performance as Chandler Bing. Regretfully, despite his ability to make others laugh, he struggled with addiction for years and was unable to assist himself.
Perry published his memoir Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing last year, in which he candidly discussed his struggle with addiction. He also disclosed some information regarding co-star Jennifer Aniston among the others.
Over the weekend, Perry’s LA home’s hot tub was discovered to be unresponsive. His death’s precise cause is still under investigation.
The actor, who was born in 1969 to an American father and a Canadian mother, debuted in a movie in 1988 called A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon, which also starred the late River Phoenix.
He also starred in Beverly Hills, 90210, and Growing Pains, Sydney, costarring Valerie Bertinelli.
His breakthrough performance came in Friends as the sardonic Chandler Bing. He spent ten years in the job, from 1994 to 2004.
Throughout the course of his multi-decade career, Perry starred alongside Salma Hayek in the 1997 romantic comedy Fools Rush In. He also costarred with Bruce Willis in the 2000 film The Whole Nine Yards and the 2004 follow-up The Whole Ten Yards.
Perry became well-known after landing a role in Friends, one of the most watched television programs ever. But he also began misusing alcohol at that same period.
Kind of, I could manage it. However, I was deeply involved in a lot of trouble by the time I was 34,” Perry acknowledged. However, I did spend some years sober throughout that period. The year I stayed sober the entire time was Season 9. And you know for which season I received a best actor nomination? That ought to tell me something, I thought.
He experienced a health crisis in 2018 after being admitted to the hospital for a stomach perforation. He spent two weeks in a coma and five months overall.
Perry told People, “The doctors told my family that I had a two percent chance to live.” “I was placed on an ECMO machine, which does all of your heart and lung breathing. That is referred to be a Hail Mary. Nobody makes it out of that.
Perry often acknowledged that the other members of the Friends cast knew about his addiction and supported him because they were close in real life as well as on television.
They were really patient and understanding. It resembles penguins. In the wild, penguins tend to support and embrace each other when one becomes ill or severely injured. Until that penguin can walk on its own, they circumambulate it. For me, the actors kind of did that, according to Perry.
But through thick and thin, Jennifer Aniston was the one who was at his side. It was she who kept in constant touch with him through his highs and lows.
He stated, “She was the one that reached out the most,” in an interview with Diane Sawyer from October 2022. “You know, she has my sincere gratitude for that.”
Simultaneously, Aniston was the first to confront him over his drinking issues.
Sawyer mentioned a surprise in Perry’s book when he remarked, “Jennifer, she says, ‘We know you’re drinking.’”
Perry answered, “Yeah, imagine how scary a moment that was.”
As a friend and actor, Matthew made the world a much happier place. They wrote in their statement, “You all meant so much to him and we appreciate the incredible outpouring of love.
The late actor received tributes from admirers, coworkers, producers, and other celebrities.
My Husband Demanded a Third Child – After My Response, He Kicked Me Out, but I Turned the Tables on Him
When my husband, Eric, suggested having a third child, I knew something had to change. I wasn’t about to take on more responsibility while he lounged around like a king. After I told him exactly what I thought, he kicked me out — but not before I turned the tables on him.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you finally hit your breaking point? That was me when my husband demanded another baby as if I didn’t already have my hands full raising two kids practically alone.
What followed was a showdown I never saw coming.
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My husband, Eric, and I have been married for 12 years. I’m 32, and he’s 43. We have two kids: our daughter, Lily, who’s ten, and our son, Brandon, who’s five.
Raising them has been my full-time job while I keep this house running.
I work part-time from home to help with the bills, but still handle everything. By everything, I mean cooking, cleaning, school drop-offs, laundry, bedtime routines, and more.
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Eric, on the other hand, believes his only job is to “provide.” And that’s where his involvement ends. He’s never changed a diaper, stayed up with a sick kid, or even packed a lunchbox.
It’s exhausting, but I love my kids.
I’ve accepted that I’m basically a single parent while Eric sits on the couch, watching sports or playing video games. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated.
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Last month, my best friend invited me out for coffee. It was the first time in weeks I had a chance to get out of the house for something fun.
“Eric, can you watch the kids for an hour?” I asked as I slipped on my shoes.
His eyes stayed glued to the TV. “I’m tired. I worked all week. Why don’t you just take them with you?”
I sighed. “Because I want a break. It’s just an hour. They’ll be fine.”
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Eric rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote. “Katie, you’re the mom. Moms don’t get breaks. My mom never needed breaks. Neither did my sister.”
My jaw clenched. “Oh, so Brianna and Amber never felt overwhelmed? They never needed a minute to themselves?”
“Exactly,” he said smugly. “They managed just fine. You should, too.”
That’s when I lost it.
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“Eric, your mom and sister probably felt exactly like I do! They just never said it out loud because they knew no one would listen.”
Eric waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s your job, Katie. You wanted kids. Now take care of them.”
I wanted to scream.
“They’re your kids, too!” I said. “When do you ever take care of them? When was the last time you helped Lily with her homework? Or played with Brandon? Or asked them how their day was?”
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“I go to work to keep a roof over your head. That’s enough.”
“No, it’s not!” I shot back. “Providing money isn’t the same as being a parent. You’re their father, Eric. They need you.”
“Well, tough. I’m not changing how things are.”
I stared at him, speechless. How did I end up married to someone so selfish?
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A few days later, Eric started mentioning having another baby. At first, I thought he was joking. I mean, we could barely handle the two kids we already had.
But the more he brought it up, the more I realized he was serious.
The next time Eric brought up having a third child, it wasn’t just a passing comment. He was serious.
It started over dinner one night. I was cutting up Brandon’s chicken nuggets when Eric, casually scrolling on his phone, said, “You know, I’ve been thinking… we should have another baby.”
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“Excuse me?” I said as I turned toward him.
He looked up. “A third kid. I think it’s time.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Eric, I barely manage with the two we already have. And you want to add another?”
His brow furrowed like I was the one being unreasonable. “What’s the big deal? We’ve already done it twice. You know how it works.”
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“That’s exactly the point,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I know how it works. I’m the one who does all the work. I’m the one up at night. I’m the one running around like a lunatic, trying to keep everything together. You don’t help.”
Eric’s face darkened. “I provide for this family, Katie. That’s helping.”
“No, it’s not,” I snapped. “Being a parent is more than just bringing home a paycheck.”
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Before Eric could respond, his mother, Brianna, who had stopped by earlier to “visit the kids” with her daughter, walked into the kitchen.
“Everything okay in here?” Brianna asked, her eyes darting between us.
Eric sighed dramatically. “Mom, she’s at it again.”
I rolled my eyes. “At what again?”
“She keeps telling me I don’t help with the kids.”
Brianna’s lips pursed as she took a seat. “Katie, sweetheart, you need to be careful. A man doesn’t like to feel criticized by his wife.”
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Criticized? I was fuming. “I’m not criticizing him. I’m asking him to be a parent. There’s a difference.”
But Brianna wasn’t hearing it. “Eric works hard to provide for this family. You should be grateful.”
Grateful. Right. For a man who thought fatherhood ended with conception.
“And you’re already blessed with two beautiful children,” Brianna continued. “Why wouldn’t you want another?”
She heard our conversation. Nice.
“Because I’m exhausted,” I said flatly. “I’m already doing everything by myself. Why would I want to make my life even harder?”
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That’s when Amber, Eric’s sister, chimed in, stepping into the kitchen like she owned the place. “Honestly, Katie, you sound a little spoiled. Mom raised both of us without complaining.”
“Right,” I said with a bitter laugh. “And I’m sure she never felt overwhelmed. She just kept quiet because no one would’ve cared if she did.”
Amber’s eyes narrowed. “Well, maybe you need to toughen up. Women have been doing this for centuries. It’s just what we do.”
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I turned to Eric. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so stuck in this outdated mindset where women are expected to handle everything. It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, Katie,” Eric shrugged. “Deal with it.”
I stared at him, feeling like I’d hit a wall. He wasn’t going to change. Neither was his mother or sister.
Later that night, after Brianna and Amber had left, Eric brought up the third child again. This time, his tone was more insistent.
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he said as we got ready for bed. “We’ve got a good life. I take care of you and the kids. We should have another.”
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I turned to him, finally at my breaking point. “Eric, you don’t take care of me. Or the kids. You barely even know them.”
He just stared at me, his expression blank.
“You’re not the great dad you think you are,” I continued. “And I have zero interest in being a single mom to three kids. Two is hard enough.”
Eric’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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I heard his car start, and moments later, he was gone. Off to his mother’s house, no doubt.
The next morning, I was up early, sipping my coffee in silence. The kids were at my sister’s place. I’d called her the night before, knowing I needed someone to lean on.
I didn’t expect Eric to come back right away, but I wasn’t surprised when Brianna and Amber showed up instead.
They didn’t even knock.
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“Katie,” Brianna began, stepping into the kitchen. Amber followed, arms crossed and lips pursed. “We need to talk.”
I leaned against the counter, keeping my face calm. “I’m not sure what there is to talk about. Eric and I need to work things out ourselves.”
Amber scoffed. “That’s exactly what we’re here to help with.”
“I don’t need your help,” I said, my voice steady.
But Brianna wasn’t backing down. “Katie, dear, you’ve changed. You’re not the sweet girl my son married.”
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That comment hit me harder than I expected.
For years, I’d been trying to live up to some version of myself they had in their heads. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I was a grown woman with responsibilities they couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
“You’re right,” I said, locking eyes with her. “I’m not that girl anymore. Eric married a teenager. Now, I’m a woman who knows her worth.”
Brianna’s face turned red. “Excuse me?”
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I crossed my arms. “You heard me. And honestly, if Eric has a problem with how I run my household, he should be here talking to me. Not sending you two to do it for him.”
Amber’s voice was sharp. “That’s not how family works. We support each other.”
“Really? Funny how that support only ever seems to go one way.”
At that, my sister walked in. She took one look at the scene and immediately sensed the tension. “Everything okay here?”
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Brianna turned on her. “Who are you?”
“Her sister,” she replied with a sweet smile. “And you guys need to calm down. Otherwise, I can call the authorities.
Brianna’s face twisted with rage, and I braced myself for the onslaught of insults. Sure enough, she launched into a tirade about how I was “ruining” her son’s life, how I was a bad wife, and how my kids would grow up hating me.
But I didn’t flinch.
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They finally left a few minutes later, slamming the door behind them.
Later that day, Eric came home. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, and I could feel the tension as he stepped into the kitchen.
“So,” he began, his voice cold, “you insulted my mother and sister?”
I folded my arms. “I didn’t insult anyone. I told them they had no right to interfere in our marriage.”
Eric’s expression darkened. “You don’t love me. You don’t love the kids. You’ve changed.”
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“I haven’t changed, Eric. I’ve grown up. There’s a difference.”
Our argument spiraled, going in circles until he finally exploded.
“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded, pointing to the door. “I can’t live with you anymore.”
I was stunned, but I didn’t argue. I packed my bags and stood at the door, ready to leave. But before I stepped out, I turned to him one last time.
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“The kids are staying here,” I said. “Whichever parent stays in this house will be responsible for them. They’re not going anywhere.”
“Wait… what?” he asked. “That’s not happening.”
“You heard me,” I said calmly. “You wanted me gone, fine. But the kids stay.”
Then, I walked out with my sister without listening to anything else Eric had to say.
He tried calling me later, but it was too late.
Ultimately, Eric refused to take custody of the kids, and I filed for divorce.
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In the end, I kept the house, got full custody, and received substantial child support payments. I’m glad I stood up for myself before it was too late. Do you think I did the right thing? Or did I go too far?
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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