Anne Hathaway achieved a significant milestone in her journey of maintaining sobriety. The 41-year-old actress revealed that she has been living a healthy lifestyle for five years. Hathaway also expressed her joy about reaching this milestone and shared an incident that helped her break the bad habit.
Hathaway brought up her sobriety, when asked about her thoughts on middle age.
In her new movie, The Idea of You, Hathaway played Solène, a 40-year-old divorced mom who finds herself in a romance with a younger man—a singer in a boy band, played by Nicholas Galitzine. During an interview about her new role, she was questioned about her thoughts on middle age.
Hathaway responded, “I don’t take it seriously. There are so many other things I identify as milestones. I don’t normally talk about it, but I’m over five years sober. That feels like a milestone to me.” She admitted that this problem was probably a method she used to deal with physical stress caused by feeling disconnected from her body.
What about an age, the actress said she feels blessed to be her age, “40 feels like a gift. The fact of the matter is, I hesitate at calling things ‘middle age’ simply because I can be a semantic stickler and I could get hit by a car later today. We don’t know if this is middle age. We don’t know anything.”
She also revealed an incident that made her choose sobriety.
The actress from Princess Diariesexplained that her choice wasn’t a criticism of this particular habit. “I knew deep down it wasn’t for me,” she said, mentioning how hard it was to explain to people that she wasn’t drinking at all in the beginning.
Eventually, Hathaway had a realization that made her stop being tough on herself for her decision, “If you’re allergic to something or have an anaphylactic reaction to something, you don’t argue with it. So I stopped arguing with it,” the star said, making it clear that she doesn’t judge anyone.
Hathaway’s choice to start a healthy lifestyle came as she was adjusting to being a mom of two. Her oldest son Johnathan just turned 8, and youngest son Jack is 3 years old. The actress mentioned that she made this decision for the next 18 years while her sons live in her house.
Talking about her eldest son, she opened up about an incident that made her think about quitting the bad habit, “He’s getting to an age where he really does need me all the time in the mornings. I did one school run one day where I dropped him off at school, I wasn’t driving, but I was hungover, and that was enough for me. I didn’t love that one.”
The Oscar winning actress also decided to cut out other unhealthy habits from her life as much as possible, like social media. “I make a lot of my lifestyle choices in service of supporting mental health. I stopped participating in things that I know to be draining or can cause spirals. I actually don’t have a relationship with myself online,” Hathaway shared.
Other celebrities who have been open about their sobriety.
Bradley Cooper
Bradley Cooper has been sober since he was 29. In 2013, he said that he chose sobriety because he realized it was going to ruin his life if he kept going. In 2023, Cooper expressed gratitude for overcoming his bad habits, saying he feels “very lucky.”
Tom Holland
Tom Holland mentioned that he’s the “happiest I’ve ever been in my life” since he started his journey of sobriety. Holland admitted he definitely had a problem, “I was really, really struggling, and I started to really worry that maybe I had a problem. So I decided that I would wait until my birthday, which is June 1. I said to myself, ’If I can do six months without it, then I can prove to myself that I don’t have a problem.’ And by the time I got to June 1, I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”
Jessica Simpson
Jessica Simpson decided to become sober so she could be there for her kids, “I was at a place, and I was missing out on moments with my children, and then they were seeing me, and they were very confused.”
“I just wanted to be present and have clarity and be a good role model for my children, because I always wanted to be a good role model for the world,” she explained her decision.
Daniel Radcliffe
Daniel Radcliffe struggled a lot during the filming of the Harry Potter movies. In the interview in 2015, Radcliffe talked about his battle, “There was a period when I was transitioning out of ’Potter’ and entering the real world, where suddenly I didn’t have that stability anymore. I was quite distraught on the final day of ’Potter.’ I was really anxious. I was living by myself, and I think I was really scared.”
Lana Del Rey
In a 2012 interview, Lana Del Rey revealed her teenage battles, “That’s really why I got sent to boarding school aged 14. I knew it was a problem when I liked it more than I liked doing anything else.”
Anne Hathaway revealed the heartbreaking reason why she lost roles after an Oscar win. Click here to know the details.
I Noticed Something Strange About the Chef at My Friend’s Dinner Party – What I Found in the Oven Left Everyone Stunned
It was a perfect evening with fine wine, soft jazz, and dinner at my best friend’s place. But something about the chef she’d hired felt wrong. He kept stealing nervous glances at the oven, never letting anyone near. When I somehow opened it, what I found inside turned the evening into a nightmare.
The candlelight flickered across crystal glasses, casting soft shadows on the meticulously arranged china. Jazz whispered from hidden speakers, a delicate backdrop to an evening that promised sophistication and celebration. I watched my best friend Clara, radiant in her emerald silk dress, her eyes sparkling with the pride of her recent promotion to law firm partner.
But none of us knew that beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect evening, something sinister was waiting.
A woman holding a glass of wine | Source: Pexels
It was 9:45 p.m. The dinner party hummed with elegant conversation, crystal glasses clinked, and soft jazz played in the background. But there, in the kitchen, something felt different. And wrong.
I’d known Clara for years, and I’d seen countless dinner parties. But this was different.
The private chef she’d hired moved with an intensity that didn’t match the casual celebration. His slightly salt-and-pepper long hair was perfectly combed, his white chef’s coat crisp and immaculate.
But beneath the professional exterior, something else simmered. He was acting quite… strange.
A chef in the kitchen | Source: Pexels
My hand trembled slightly as I held out the wine glass. The chef’s fingers brushed mine. Cold. Unnaturally cold. A shiver ran down my spine.
“More Cabernet?” he asked, his smile not reaching his eyes.
I nodded, unable to look away. When he poured the wine, his hand didn’t shake. Not even a millimeter. He was too perfect. Too controlled. But something felt very, very wrong.
Clara’s distant laughter echoed through the room. The sound seemed to trigger something in the chef. His eyes kept flicking to the oven like a nervous tick. Not just a glance. It was a full-body twitch that screamed something was wrong.
Whenever a guest drifted too close to the kitchen, he’d slide into position like a human blockade and stop them from entering.
An oven | Source: Pexels
Another guest approached for a drink. He bolted to the kitchen and immediately blocked them, muttering a vague excuse I couldn’t hear. Maybe he thought nobody would notice. But I did.
I was watching his every move.
My skin prickled. Something was hidden in that kitchen. Something he didn’t want anyone to see. Every few minutes, his eyes would dart to the oven. Quick. Nervous. A gesture that screamed something was hidden.
“Enjoying the party?” he asked suddenly, turning to me.
I simply nodded, gripping my wine glass harder as my knuckles turned white.
Something was fishy. Not the kind you can explain, but the type that sets your nerves on fire.
An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney
The night was young. And something told me this was just the beginning.
Just then, Clara’s phone buzzed, interrupting the tranquil atmosphere. She excused herself, mumbling something about an urgent work call, and retreated to a quieter corner.
Perfect.
I waited. Counted three heartbeats.
“I’ll just grab more wine,” I muttered to Terry, Clara’s fiancé, who barely acknowledged me, deep in conversation about some corporate merger with another guest.
I casually strolled toward the small bar area near the kitchen as the chef was engrossed in plating appetizers. He didn’t notice as I slipped closer to the kitchen, which seemed to shrink with each step. The oven loomed larger.
He didn’t hear me. Didn’t sense me.
A chef plating a dish | Source: Pexels
My hand reached for the wine bottle. But my eyes? Locked on that industrial-sized oven.
Something was in there. Was he hiding something? But what?
My heart raced. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
The kitchen gleamed like a sterile operating room. Stainless steel surfaces reflected my nervous frame. Everything was too perfect. Too clean. The kind of clean that screams something’s dangerously ominous.
The chef continued arranging the appetizers, unaware I was in the kitchen… his carefully restricted area. I moved slowly. Each step was measured. Deliberate.
The oven called to me. Not with warmth. Not with the promise of a delicious meal. But with a magnetic pull of something forbidden.
A nervous woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
One gentle pull and the door creaked open. The smell hit me first. Not roasted meat. Not herbs. But something acrid. Like something burning.
My breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t a meal.
“OH MY GOD… IT CAN’T BE!” I shrieked, coughing.
Crumpled envelopes smoldered in the oven. Some burned at the edges, others miraculously intact. Clara’s handwriting… those elegant loops and curves I’d seen a thousand times, peeked through the charred papers like ghostly whispers.
And there. Right in the center… was a jewelry box.
The one from her engagement party. The one Terry had presented with such drama and love all those months ago. It was now sitting among burned memories, its edges blackened and singed.
A woman flaunting her engagement ring | Source: Unsplash
My fingers hovered over the papers. One envelope remained, partially burned. Clara’s distinctive cursive script was still visible through the char.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A voice cut through the kitchen like a surgical blade. Cold. Precise. Loaded with something deeper than mere surprise.
I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Instead, I turned slowly, my heart pounding.
The chef stood there, no longer the charming professional who had been entertaining guests. His eyes now bore the intensity of a predator caught mid-hunt.
“I think the better question is… what are YOU doing?”
A startled woman | Source: Midjourney
Behind me, the oven door hung open like a portal to secrets to something dark. Something that was never meant to be discovered.
The chef’s eyes darted, a sinister calculation racing behind those eyes. One wrong move. One wrong word… and everything would shatter.
“What the hell is going on over here?” I screamed, loud enough for everyone to hear. In an instant, the kitchen transformed into a pressure cooker of tension.
Puzzled guests pressed forward with a growing sense of something terrifyingly unknown.
An extremely startled woman | Source: Midjourney
Terry’s hand trembled violently, as he broke the silence, his finger pointing at the open oven.
“Is that… our engagement ring box?” he gasped.
Clara bolted inside and stood frozen like a statue.
“And those are my personal letters,” she breathed. “My private photographs. Why do YOU have them?”
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
A laugh escaped the chef’s lips as he took off his apron and hurled it on the floor. But it wasn’t a laugh of humor. It was the sound of something gravely sinister.
“You don’t remember me, do you, Clara?”
The way he said her name. It made everyone’s skin crawl.
Clara’s eyes — those razor-sharp eyes that could dissect complex legal arguments in seconds — now looked fragile. Uncertain. For the first time, she looked small.
“Who are you?” She shrieked, trembling.
A man smiling | Source: Midjourney
The man took a step forward. Then another. Each step felt like a countdown to something inevitable. Something that had been years in the making.
The guests held their breath as the air grew thick and suffocating. And nobody in that room was prepared for what was coming.
“Why do you have my letters? My photos?! Why did you destroy them?” Clara’s voice shattered the silence.
Timothy, one of the guests, leaned forward. His trembling fingers pulled out a partially burned photograph of Clara and Terry, caught in a moment of pure happiness during their engagement.
“He’s been stealing from you,” he said, the pieces clicking together like a grotesque puzzle. “These letters, these mementos… they’re yours, aren’t they?”
A man pointing a finger | Source: Pexels
Clara nodded. Her fury burned brighter than the smoldering papers in the oven. “Why? What the hell is this about?”
The chef’s laugh was like broken glass. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”
The room held its breath. Tension coiled like a snake ready to strike.
“I’m ADRIAN!” he revealed. “Your ex-boyfriend. The man you discarded. The one you thought was gone.”
Clara staggered back. “No. This can’t be. I heard Adrian died in an accident two years ago.”
“An accident YOU caused!” he roared, years of anger erupting in that single moment.
A terrified woman | Source: Midjourney
His finger pointed at her. Accusatory. Painful. “You left me. Broke me. I couldn’t function. Couldn’t breathe. And then came the crash that almost took my breath away.”
He touched his face. Traced the lines of surgical scars hidden beneath his professional chef’s demeanor.
“Skin grafts,” he whispered. “Surgeries. Numerous procedures. I’m not the man I was. But I’m here. ALIVE. My heart burning with a desire for REVENGE.”
The guests exchanged horrified glances, unable to process what they were hearing.
Terry stepped forward, his eyes boring into Adrian’s. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded.
A stunned man holding his head | Source: Midjourney
Adrian’s smile was a knife’s edge. “CLOSURE. Clara moved on so effortlessly… a new job, a new life, a new love. Meanwhile, I’ve been left to rot. So, I decided, if I can’t have happiness, neither can she. Those letters, those photos, that ring… all symbols of her perfect new life. I wanted to burn them, just like she burned our past.”
Clara’s face was etched with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Adrian, I didn’t cause your accident. Leaving you was the hardest decision of my life. You were… you were unbearable. I had to save myself.”
“Save yourself? And what about me? Did you even consider the consequences of your actions?”
A furious man | Source: Midjourney
“That’s enough,” Terry yelled, his patience wearing thin. “I’m calling the police.”
Soon, sirens wailed in the distance. And the night was far from over.
The red and blue lights painted the elegant dining room in a surreal dance of color. Adrian sat silently in the back of the police car, his eyes never leaving Clara. Not with anger. Not with hatred. But with a chilling intensity that spoke of something deeper. Unresolved. And ominous.
Clara collapsed into the chair, her designer dress pooling around her like a broken dream. The pristine white walls suddenly felt suffocating.
“How?” she whispered. “How did he find me?”
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
Her hand trembled. I squeezed it, feeling the fragility beneath her usually rock-solid exterior.
Terry stood nearby, protective and still confused, trying to understand how someone from Clara’s past could infiltrate their perfect life so completely.
“He was patient,” I said softly. “Waiting. Planning.”
Clara’s eyes were distant and haunted.
Outside, the police car’s taillights disappeared into the darkness. Taking Adrian. Taking the immediate threat. But something told me that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Police cars on the street | Source: Unsplash
The dinner party’s elegant setup looked like a crime scene. Champagne glasses. Half-eaten appetizers. Scattered memories. A celebration of Clara’s professional success had become something else entirely. A nightmare served on fine china.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if I hadn’t been curious? What if the oven door had remained closed? What twisted plan might have unfolded? What else had he come for?
Some wounds don’t heal. They wait. Patient. Dangerous. Ready to be reopened.
And some ghosts? They don’t just haunt memories. Sometimes… they cook your dinner, in disguise.
A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Leave a Reply