The death of Kris Kristofferson has left a deep impact on countless fans around the globe. Among those deeply affected by his passing is his ex-wife, Rita Coolidge.
To learn more about what Rita has been up to lately, keep reading.
Rita Coolidge was a major figure in the music scene during the 1970s. Though she gained initial fame for her talent, her personal life soon became a focal point of media attention. Now in her late 70s, fans are amazed by how gracefully she has aged.
Coolidge began her rise to stardom in the 1960s after moving to Memphis, where she worked as a backup singer for Delaney and Bonnie Bramlett. Her incredible voice soon led her to collaborate with some of the most famous musicians of the time, including Eric Clapton, Joe Cocker, and Stephen Stills.
When she later moved to Los Angeles, her career took off. She signed with A&M Records and released her debut album in 1971.
Though the album didn’t achieve commercial success, it established her as a respected artist. Her career took a significant leap when she married country music star Kris Kristofferson in 1973.
The duo became a well-known power couple in the music industry, collaborating on projects that led to two Grammy wins—one for “From the Bottle to the Bottom” in 1974 and another for “Lover Please” in 1976.
While their professional life flourished, their marriage faced numerous struggles. Coolidge has since spoken about the challenges they faced together, noting that while she didn’t want to portray Kristofferson negatively, their relationship had its difficult moments.
The couple’s story began when they met on a flight from Los Angeles to Memphis in 1971, with Kristofferson jokingly calling it “love at first flight.”
Kristofferson was originally headed to Nashville for a business meeting, but changed his plans to be with Coolidge. “By the end of that night, we’d already picked a name for our first child. I was sure we were meant to be together,” she recalled.
The couple’s personal connection was undeniable, and their professional collaborations were equally electric, mesmerizing audiences with their music.
As Kristofferson’s acting career took off, rumors swirled that Coolidge was using him for professional gain. She quickly dismissed these claims, pointing out, “When Kris and I were touring, he wasn’t the one with the hit records—I was. We were equals in both our work and our relationship.”
Coolidge openly shared how Kristofferson’s acting career impacted their partnership. With film offers rolling in, he spent less time in the recording studio, creating distance between them.
She also spoke about the emotional abuse she endured, saying he often belittled her talent. “Maybe he feels I mistreated him too, but I don’t think I did. It wasn’t constant, but it was enough to make me cry every day, and that’s no way to live.”
During their marriage, the couple welcomed a daughter named Casey. Tragically, they lost their second child, a heartache that added strain to their relationship.
By 1980, their marriage had unraveled, leading to their divorce. Coolidge chose to focus on her own career without seeking a financial settlement, wanting a clean break. “I didn’t think staying together was doing her any favors when it was clear her parents were not in sync,” she said. Despite the difficulties, they maintained a special bond even after the split.
In a 2016 interview, she reflected on their relationship, saying, “Kris and I share a connection. We laugh at things no one else understands. It’s a bond that goes beyond explanation.” When asked if they might perform together again, she replied with a smile, “Never say never.”
Kristofferson passed away on September 28, 2024, at age 88, surrounded by loved ones at his Maui home. His family issued a statement after his passing, saying he died peacefully.
“We’re grateful for the time we had with him. Thank you for loving him over the years, and whenever you see a rainbow, know he’s smiling down on us,” the statement read.
As for Rita Coolidge, she has been doing well in recent years. Fans have marveled at how youthful and vibrant she looks. Her social media is filled with comments from admirers praising her appearance.
“You look amazing!” one fan wrote on a recent photo. Coolidge was still touring into her 60s, and another fan remarked, “You’re a true talent and such a beautiful woman.” A third person simply added, “Rita looks fantastic!”
Years of Mocking My Weight Couldn’t Prepare My Husband for the Talent That Left Him Stunned
For years, my husband mocked my weight, often using cruel remarks to chip away at my self-esteem. I turned to food for comfort, and our already strained marriage only worsened. The breaking point came when he humiliated me in public, comparing me to a slim, beautiful woman. That moment sparked a fire in me to take control of my life. What he didn’t expect was the talent I would soon reveal, leaving him speechless.
For as long as I can remember, I struggled with my weight. No matter how hard I tried, the extra pounds clung to me like an unwelcome shadow. My dream had always been to become a skilled pastry chef, and the kitchen became my sanctuary, where I spent countless hours perfecting my desserts. Creating art from flour and sugar was my escape, but tasting everything I made became part of the process. The more I baked, the more I ate, and before I knew it, the weight piled on faster than I could have imagined. Each glance in the mirror left me feeling like a stranger in my own body. And Bryce, my husband, only made it worse.
“Maybe if you spent more time at the gym and less in the kitchen, you’d look better in that dress,” he’d say with a smirk. Those words cut deep. I’d overhear him on the phone, laughing with his friends about my weight, thinking I couldn’t hear him. But I always did. And it hurt.
There was a time when I was always by Bryce’s side, the perfect, supportive wife. I attended all his work events, always with a smile, but as the pounds added up, my confidence plummeted. I stopped going out with him, becoming a shadow of the woman I used to be, hiding away in the kitchen while Bryce continued to live his life without me. I felt lost, drowning in a sea of self-doubt and loneliness.
Everything changed the night of an important event—the first one I was catering as a chef. My desserts were the highlight of the evening, a moment I had dreamed of for months. Bryce was also attending, as the party was hosted by his business partner, Rowan. As we arrived, I felt a wave of anxiety, smoothing down my dress nervously. But as soon as we stepped inside, I noticed Bryce’s attention drifting toward a slim, attractive woman across the room. Her name was Elise, and she captivated everyone with just a smile. Bryce’s gaze lingered on her.
“Now that’s how a woman should look in a dress,” he said, his voice dripping with admiration. Then, with a glance at me, he added, “Maybe you should ask her for some tips, sunshine.” His words stung, and I could feel my confidence crumbling with each passing moment. Bryce found every excuse to be near Elise, leaving me feeling more invisible than ever. I wanted to disappear.
That’s when I met Rowan. He was standing in the same corner, unnoticed by the crowd, but unlike me, he wore a warm smile. When he spoke, his gentle humor immediately put me at ease. We started talking, and the topic of my love for baking came up. Rowan listened with genuine interest and then surprised me with an opportunity. He suggested I try to win the tender for developing the dessert menu for his restaurant. My heart leaped at the chance, but before I could respond, Bryce appeared, loud and brash.
“Well, if it isn’t the star of the show,” Bryce said, turning to Rowan. “Thanks for the invitation, but we need to head home. Gotta drop Elise off as well, you know how it is.” Then, with a smug grin, he added, “You should consider Elise for your team. She’s got a real knack for culinary stuff. We had a great chat about it.” I could barely believe what I was hearing. My own husband was recommending a woman he’d just met, dismissing everything I had worked so hard for.
As soon as we got home, I confronted Bryce. “How could you suggest Elise, of all people, to Rowan? What about me? Don’t you think I’m capable?” Bryce shrugged, not even looking at me as he loosened his tie. “Oh, come on, sunshine. It was just a suggestion. Don’t take it so personally.”
Those words were the final straw. Inside, something shifted—a resolve I hadn’t felt in years. “I’ll show you,” I whispered to myself. “I’m going to prove that I’m worth something. You’ll see.”
I threw myself into my work, determined to make the most of Rowan’s offer. With a budget in hand and a team of assistants, I dedicated myself to developing the dessert menu. It wasn’t easy, but for the first time in years, I felt truly alive. I also started taking care of my health, beginning each day with a run and exercises at home. Each push-up and sit-up was a small victory, a step closer to reclaiming my confidence.
Bryce, of course, didn’t miss a chance to belittle me. “You think those leggings are doing you any favors?” he’d say, or “All this work, and for what? You’re still the same, Clara.” But I didn’t let his words deter me. I kept pushing forward, keeping Rowan’s competition a secret. This was something I had to do for myself.
The day of the competition finally arrived. The event was set up like a culinary show, with stations for each chef to present their creations. Judges and guests would taste each dish and decide the winner, who would secure the contract and represent the restaurant. As I looked around at the other chefs, all seasoned professionals, doubt began to creep in. What if I wasn’t good enough?
Then I saw Elise. She was even more stunning up close, her perfect figure only adding to my insecurities. “Well, well, if it isn’t the pastry princess,” she sneered. “Shouldn’t the buns be in the bakery, not hanging off the baker?” Her words cut deep, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. But when I saw Bryce with her, laughing and chatting, I felt my world collapse. He was there for her, not for me.
Just as I was about to walk away, Rowan appeared by my side. “Clara, I have high hopes for your dessert,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “But if you’re too weak to continue, you should leave now. I need a strong team. If you can’t handle the pressure, there’s no place for you here.” His words were blunt, but they reignited the fire inside me. “I can do this,” I whispered to myself, and then louder, “I’ll do this.”
I poured my heart into every detail of my desserts, blocking out everything else. When the results were announced, I stood there in disbelief. I had won the contract! Me—the woman who had been belittled and mocked by her husband—had won.
I looked over at Bryce, and for the first time, he was speechless. But the surprises didn’t stop there. Along with the contract came an opportunity to study in Paris, the culinary capital of the world. When the announcement ended, Bryce’s face twisted with anger. “What the hell, Clara?” he hissed, pulling me aside. “You did all this behind my back? This nonsense? You need to stop this right now and come home where you belong.”
But before I could respond, Rowan stepped forward. “Bryce, Clara is a remarkable woman. From the first moment I met her, I knew there was something special about her. I’ve watched how you’ve treated her, how you’ve tried to break her spirit, and I’ve also seen how she’s changed over the past month. Her determination and hard work have yielded incredible results, and I’m more certain than ever that I’ve fallen in love with an extraordinary woman.”
Bryce was stunned into silence. His eyes widened, and for once, he had nothing to say. Finally, I found my voice. “I am a free woman, Bryce,” I said, looking him directly in the eye. “I deserve more than to live in your shadow, and I will not let you control my life any longer. I want a divorce, and you can go to Elise if that’s what you want.”
Bryce’s face flushed with anger, but he remained speechless. At that moment, Rowan handed me a beautiful bouquet. “Shall we?” he asked, inviting me to dinner. He then revealed another surprise—a pastry chef position waiting for me in Paris. After my training, I could stay there if I wished. “I hope that by then, you’ll have wrapped up your affairs here, and maybe you’ll want to start fresh in a new country. I’ll be there by your side, supporting whatever decision you make.”
A wave of happiness washed over me, and it felt as though the whole world was at my feet, ready to offer me a new life filled with love and creativity.
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