The actress who played Peggy Bundy on “Married… with Children” once revealed that the sitcom’s irreverent tone almost made her think it would fail. But the show’s success not only changed her career but also coincided with her journey into motherhood.
When “Married… with Children” first premiered, its brash humor and unconventional characters set it apart from other sitcoms of the time. At the center of the show was Peggy Bundy, the sharp-witted and fashionably over-the-top matriarch, brought to life by an actress who had first made her mark as a singer before turning to acting.
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While her on-screen persona exuded comedic confidence, the actress’ personal life was filled with challenges. In the early 1990s, during the height of the show’s popularity, she endured the loss of her first child. Over the years, however, she went on to raise three children, each with their own creative aspirations.
The actress photographed in California, in 1990 | Source: Getty Images
From Singing Waitress to Peggy Bundy – A Look at Her Career
Before her breakthrough on “Married… with Children,” the actress pursued a music career. She worked as a backup singer for industry icons like Bette Midler and Etta James, showcasing her vocal talents long before stepping into the spotlight as an actress.
The singer and actress performs on April 20, 1994 | Source: Getty Images
She even worked as a singing waitress, where she entertained diners with live performances of songs like “Brown Eyed Girl.” Despite her charm and musical talent, she jokingly recalled mishaps, such as spilling blue cheese dressing on customers while serving tables.
The actress and singer-songwriter, circa 1987 | Source: Getty Images
Her transition into acting came unexpectedly. She was approached to audition for “The Mary Tyler Moore Show,” despite not actively seeking acting roles. “Are you kidding? I’m not even looking for a job as an actor. I’m a musician,” she said at the time.
The actress pictured on May 29, 1990 | Source: Getty Images
Still, her talent stood out, and the opportunity kick-started her acting career, leading to several roles before her big break. In 1987, she landed a role on “Married… with Children.” The sitcom was unlike anything else on television at the time, with its edgy humor and untraditional portrayal of family life.
Part of the “Married… with Children” cast pictured in Los Angeles, in 1988 | Source: Getty Images
As Peggy, she quickly became known for her bold fashion, big hair, and quick wit. In a 2021 interview, the actress recalled that for the first three seasons, she styled her own hair.
It wasn’t until the show’s growing success that the network provided her with a wig, signifying their investment in her character’s iconic look.
She also remembered the moment she and her co-star Ed O’Neill realized the show had become a hit. While on a promo tour, they participated in a parade, where fans cheered and waved at them enthusiastically.
The actress and Ed O’Neal pictured on the set of “Married With Children” in 1987 | Source: Getty Images
“We thought nobody was gonna really watch it because it was so irreverent and so not like anything else on TV,” she said. But the show went on to air for 11 seasons, solidifying Peggy as one of the most memorable characters in television history.
During the height of the show’s popularity, the actress experienced a heartbreaking tragedy that profoundly shaped her journey into motherhood.
The Heartbreaking Loss of Her First Child
In October 1991, the actress experienced a devastating loss when her daughter, Ruby, was stillborn at nearly eight months. At the time, her pregnancy had been written into the show’s storyline, but following the tragedy, it was removed and later dismissed as a dream sequence.
The loss was a deeply traumatic event for the actress, who later revealed her struggles with coming to terms with what had happened. She shared that she initially blamed herself, questioning whether she had overworked during her pregnancy or overlooked signs of illness.
“This is what they say about stillbirth, that 60 percent of it is God’s will and there’s no medical reason—and that’s what I was told. And I just couldn’t let go of the control of somehow, [the notion that] I had done something wrong,” she recalled.
For months following the tragedy, the actress rarely left her home except to visit doctors and psychic healers, seeking answers and comfort. It wasn’t until a close friend offered her a spiritual perspective that she began to heal.
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“Sometimes we have these little souls that come in and out [of our lives], and their mission is completed,” her friend told her. This perspective, she said, gave her solace and helped her begin to move forward.
In the years that followed, she went on to become a mother to three children, but Ruby’s memory has remained a significant part of her life story.
The Eldest: Sarah White
Three years after the loss of her first child, Ruby, the actress welcomed her daughter Sarah Grace White in 1994. Sarah is now 30 years old and has pursued both acting and music. She studied drama in college and spent time abroad in London, which she later credited for helping her grow as a performer.
In 2015, Sarah made her screen debut in FX’s “The Bastard Executioner,” a series created by her stepfather, Kurt Sutter, and one in which her mother also played a role.
Sarah humbly acknowledged the connection that helped her land the part, describing it as “a little nepotism,” but also as a dream come true.
In addition to acting, Sarah has pursued a music career, releasing her first single in October 2022. Fans have often commented on Sarah’s appearance, leaving comments such as, “Wow, she is beautiful,” and “A beauty like her mom!!! 💜💜💜” on social media posts featuring her.
The Middle Child: Jackson White
Born in 1996, Jackson is the actress’ second child and has become a rising star in Hollywood. Although he was initially discouraged by his mother from pursuing acting until he turned 18, Jackson eventually followed his passion and gained widespread attention for his work in film and television.
The actress with her children Sarah and Jackson attending the premiere of the film “Shrek 2” on May 8, 2004 | Source: Getty Images
After briefly studying music at the University of Southern California, Jackson realized that college wasn’t for him and turned to acting. He made his debut in 2019 with HBO’s miniseries “Mrs. Fletcher,” which earned him recognition as a breakout star.
His mother proudly celebrated his success, sharing a post on Instagram with the caption, “Proud of him. The boy.” Despite her initial advice to pursue another career, the actress supported Jackson’s path in Hollywood.
Reflecting on his mother’s words of wisdom, Jackson admitted with humor, “It didn’t really work—I was still pretty childish in my early 20s—I’m still childish.” With Sarah and Jackson both carving out creative paths, the youngest sibling has grown up in a family deeply rooted in the arts.
The Youngest: Esmé Louise Sutter
In 2007, the actress and her husband, writer-producer Kurt Sutter, welcomed their daughter Esmé Louise via surrogate. At the time of Esmé’s birth, the actress was 52, and Sutter was 43. Although still young, Esmé has grown up surrounded by her family’s creative influence and achievements.
She frequently appears in her mother’s Instagram posts, drawing positive reactions from fans. In May 2023, her mother shared a photo of Esmé with the caption, “My beautiful Esmé.” Fans left comments like, “Oh, she’s like your mini-me,” “She’s so stunning,” and “She’s grown so much from her days at JAG.”
Whether sharing Esmé’s youthful charm, Jackson’s Hollywood breakthroughs, or Sarah’s creative ventures, the actress’ family photos continue to captivate fans, reflecting the life Katey Sagal, 70, has built beyond her iconic TV roles.
On Valentine’s Day, I Woke up to Find My Car Covered in Paper Hearts — It Looked Cute Until I Picked One up and Read the Message
On Valentine’s Day morning, Kate stepped outside expecting a sweet surprise. Her car was covered in hundreds of pink paper hearts, fluttering in the wind like a love-struck teenager’s confession. But when she picked one up and read the message, her stomach dropped. This wasn’t love. It was a warning.
I woke up that morning just like any other, slipping out of bed while Brandon remained curled under the blankets.
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After 28 years of living together as a married couple, our lives had settled into a predictable rhythm. I always woke up early, made coffee, prepared breakfast for our 17-year-old son, and enjoyed a few quiet moments before the day fully began.
Valentine’s Day wasn’t a big deal in our house. It never really had been. Boredom had long replaced passion, and grand romantic gestures had never been Brandon’s thing.
So, when I glanced outside and saw my car covered in paper hearts that morning, I actually gasped.
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For a brief, stupid moment, my heart swelled.
Had he done this? After all these years?
My heart pounded against my chest as I stepped outside. The sight was almost ridiculous.
Hundreds of pink paper hearts were plastered all over my car’s doors and windows. There were even some stuck on the mirrors. It honestly looked like the car belonged to some teenage romance movie, like my teenage boyfriend was trying his best to impress me.
I smiled, thinking my husband had finally decided to surprise me after nearly three decades together.
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Excited, I walked toward my car to take a closer look and realized that every heart had a note inside.
Wow, that’s a brilliant idea! I thought.
Then I picked one up and read the message underneath. I stared at it for a few seconds, unable to understand why my husband would write such a thing.
It read, Your husband is a liar.
Was this some kind of a prank? A joke?
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I felt my heart skip a beat as I ripped off another paper heart.
It read, Brandon only loves me.
Another.
He’ll never tell you the truth.
I felt a knot in my stomach and my heart almost flipped inside my chest. I quickly grabbed the hearts and yanked them away as fast as I could.
One by one, they revealed the same kind of message.
You deserve to know.
He was with me last night.
Ask him about the woman he’s been seeing.
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I tried pulling the hearts off faster, but the glue was thick, stubborn, and far stronger than expected. It completely ruined the look of my car. Every time I yanked one away, it left behind an ugly smear of adhesive on my pristine car.
Soon, neighbors started peeking from their windows. I could feel their eyes on me as they whispered amongst themselves.
They had seen this before I had.
They had already put the pieces together before I even had a chance to process what was happening.
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I swallowed, forcing myself to look up at my house, and saw Brandon at the window. He had been silently watching me all this time.
I turned back to the car as I pulled one last paper heart.
It read, He’ll never choose you.
The words blurred as tears filled my eyes.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me.
I quickly rushed back into my house and slammed the door behind me.
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My pulse pounded in my ears as I marched straight to the kitchen. I found Brandon sitting at the counter, scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened.
I threw one of the paper hearts onto the counter.
“What the hell is this, Brandon?” I asked in a shaky voice.
I couldn’t even speak properly because of how angry I felt.
He barely glanced at the paper before looking at me.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know who did this.”
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“Seriously, Brandon?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You saw me from the window, right? All those hearts on my car… they’re talking about you and some woman you’re seeing. And you’re saying you really don’t know who did this?”
Brandon picked one of the hearts and read the message inside before putting it back down.
“It’s probably a prank,” he said as he sipped his coffee. “Must be some stupid kids messing around.”
Liar.
I knew that tone. That measured, even voice he used when he wanted me to second-guess myself. The same one he had used in every minor argument over the years, making me feel like I was overreacting.
But not this time.
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I turned away from him and stomped toward the security monitor in the living room. My fingers flew over the controls as I rewound the footage from the night before.
And there she was.
Linda.
Our neighbor.
At 3 a.m., under the dim glow of the streetlights, she was gluing those damn hearts onto my car.
What the heck? I thought. Brandon and Linda? They’re together? How is this even possible?
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My throat tightened as I recalled every moment when I saw Linda standing outside her house as Brandon left for work. She’d been our neighbor for as long as I could remember, but I never once suspected Brandon had an affair with her.
If my husband wasn’t going to tell me anything, then there was only one thing I could do. Confront Linda.
I immediately stormed next door and banged on her door so hard it rattled.
A few seconds later, it swung open, revealing Linda’s face. It looked like she’d been crying. Like she already knew why I was there.
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“How long?” I asked calmly.
Linda swallowed hard, her lip trembling. “Twenty years.”
The ground beneath me felt unsteady.
I shook my head. “You’re lying.”
She let out a sad, breathy laugh. “I wish I was.”
I stared at her, hoping she’d take her words back and say it was all some kind of an elaborate joke.
But instead, she spoke again.
A woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney
“He told me he’d leave you. Over and over again, for two whole decades. He just needed the right moment. He told me you weren’t well… that you couldn’t handle a divorce. That he had to stay because he felt sorry for you. I can prove it.”
I couldn’t process her words. I couldn’t believe my husband had spent twenty years living a double life.
How was I not able to see it?
I rushed back home without saying a word. It was time to confront Brandon before I asked her for proof.
He was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone again.
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“Linda just told me everything,” I said, crossing my arms while looking straight into his eyes.
“She’s lying,” he said. “She’s obsessed with me. She’s been coming on to me for years, but I never—”
“Prove it,” I cut him off.
“What?”
“Prove it,” I repeated, stepping closer. “Because it looks like she’s got twenty years’ worth of stories, Brandon. She told me how you needed the right moment to leave me. I’m sure she’s got much more to tell me about your affair.”
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“Babe, I don’t know what she’s talking about,” he said. “I don’t have proof because there’s nothing to prove, okay?”
I scoffed. “Convenient.”
His expression didn’t change. No panic. No anger. Just that same infuriating calm.
“I swear to you, Kate. I have never been with her,” he began.
I stared at him, searching his face for a flicker of doubt, guilt, or anything real. But all I saw was the same blank mask he always wore when he lied.
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Without wasting another minute, I turned around and marched straight back to Linda’s house.
She opened the door before I even knocked, as if she had been waiting.
“Show me proof,” I demanded. “If you have it, he’s yours.”
She didn’t hesitate. She pulled out her phone, scrolling furiously before shoving it into my hands.
And there it was.
Photos. Videos. Messages.
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There was a photo of Brandon with her at a hotel, their hands intertwined across a candlelit dinner table. Then, there was another one that showed him slipping into her house at night.
She even shared messages where Brandon promised her that he’d leave me. And that they’d live together happily.
The proof in her phone showed a side of my husband I had never known existed.
My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall.
I didn’t cry. Not yet.
I handed her phone back. “Thank you.”
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The next morning, I decided to file for divorce.
When I told Brandon about it, he still said Linda was lying. He swore the photos, videos, and text messages were fake. He even claimed Linda had been stalking him for years and had fabricated everything.
“Trust me,” he said. “I’ll prove she’s lying. My lawyers will take care of everything.”
And that’s exactly what happened.
The lawyers dug into the evidence. They found inconsistencies in the timestamps of the videos and digital alterations in the photos.
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It turned out Linda had hired a tech expert to forge messages, splicing together old voicemails and using AI to create fabricated conversations.
The supposed hotel footage was traced back to a manipulated stock video, and every single piece of “proof” she had provided fell apart under scrutiny.
And that’s how Brandon saved our marriage from falling apart. That’s how he stopped me from filing for divorce.
I don’t know why Linda did what she did, but it looked like she had spent 20 years in love with a man who had never been hers.
I guess she had been waiting for something that never existed.
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That night, as we sat in the dimly lit living room, I finally spoke.
“I’m sorry, Brandon,” I whispered. “I should have believed you.”
He exhaled slowly, setting down his glass of whiskey. “Kate, after all these years, do you really think I could do that to you?”
“No, but…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“I love you,” he said, reaching for my hand. “I always have.”
I nodded. “I know.”
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After everything that happened, I sued Linda for damaging my car. Soon, she was forced to pay for the repairs and deep-cleaning. We even got a restraining order against her.
But at night, when Brandon’s asleep beside me…
I still wonder.
What if the lawyers were wrong?
What if, somewhere in that pile of lies and fabrications… there was one truth?
And what if I had just chosen the wrong side?
A woman looking outside a window | Source: Midjourney
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