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!”
On my way home from work, I witnessed a man publicly humiliating his wife – I couldn’t tolerate it and decided to teach him a lesson
As I trudged home, my mind cluttered with work stress, a venomous shout pierced through the city’s hum. In a park, a man viciously berated his tearful wife while bystanders did nothing. Driven by anger, I knew I had to stop the abuse.
You ever have one of those days where everything feels like it’s piling up? Yeah, that was me, walking home from work on a Tuesday evening. Deadlines looming over my head for the new marketing campaign, my boss breathing down my neck about the quarterly report—life was a grind, and I was feeling every bit of it.
I couldn’t wait to get home to my wife and kids, to shed the stress of the day, and immerse myself in the comfort of family.
I could already imagine the scent of my wife’s cooking, and the excited yelps and yells of my three kids as they chased each other around the yard. The eldest boy was getting a little old for such games now, but he indulged his younger siblings.
I heaved a sigh as I looked up at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting long, dramatic shadows over the bustling streets. Kind of beautiful, if you stopped to think about it. But who has time for that when you’ve got a million things on your mind?
I was halfway home, thinking about the mountain of work waiting for me after dinner. I felt a prickle of guilt as I pictured my wife’s disappointed frown.
She hated it when I brought work home with me, but what else could I do? There wasn’t enough time during the day and my boss was a dragon. If I didn’t keep up with my workload… A loud, angry voice that sliced through the usual city noise distracted me from my depressing thoughts
It wasn’t just some random shouting—this was the kind of venom that makes you stop in your tracks.
I followed the sound, curiosity and a bit of dread tugging at me, until I found the source in a small park. There, under an old oak tree, was a scene straight out of a nightmare.
A man was standing near a bench, absolutely berating a woman. She stood before him, her face hidden by her hair as she hung her head. Even from a distance, I could see she was shaking.
I was filled with outrage as I marched across the street to the park. Just as I drew closer, the man’s voice cut through the city noise once more.
His voice was harsh, full of anger, and his gestures were wild and aggressive.
“You’re useless! Can’t you do anything right?” he shouted, his face inches from hers. “Everything that’s wrong in my life is because of you! I should’ve never married you. You’re pathetic!”
The woman flinched at his harsh tone, further fueling my own anger. How could anyone treat their partner like this? It made no sense to me, but as I watched him reach out to her, I knew I couldn’t let this spectacle continue.
His arm swung out, knocking her purse to the ground. The contents scattered, but she just stood there, head bowed, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling. It was gut-wrenching.
And I wasn’t the only witness. The usual crowd of people heading home from work or out to have fun walked by, casting disapproving glances but doing nothing to intervene.
Typical, right? Everyone knows something bad is happening, but nobody wants to get caught up in it.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he yelled, grabbing her arm roughly.
“You think anyone else would put up with a worthless thing like you? Think again!”
That was it. My blood boiled. I could feel the anger rising in me, a burning need to do something.
I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, but then the man shoved her. Without even thinking about it, I switched from my phone to my camera and started recording everything.
The video started just as she fell. I captured the moment he kicked dirt at her, and the horrible names he screeched while doing it.
I also moved closer, ensuring I got a clear shot of his face and the woman’s distress. It was all valuable evidence, but it wasn’t enough. I had to divert his attention before he hurt her.
“Hey, you!” I yelled. “Smile for the camera.”
The guy whirled around. He froze for a moment, watching me like he couldn’t figure out what I was doing. The moment it clicked, he turned his fury toward me.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled, marching over, his face twisted with rage.
“Documenting your behavior,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This kind of abuse can’t go unchecked.”
He paused, realizing what this meant. For a split second, I saw fear flash in his eyes. Then, he lunged at me.
I stepped back, keeping my phone out of his reach. “Touch me, and I’ll make sure the police see this,” I warned. “Do you really want this video going viral?”
By this point, others had started to notice. Phones came out, people began recording from different angles.
The abuser looked around, realizing he was surrounded by witnesses. His bravado started to crumble.
“You people have no right to stick your noses into my private affairs,” he yelled, shaking his fist at the crowd.
“You have no right treating this woman like this,” I retorted. “Whatever shame you feel is your own making.”
He rounded on me then and for a moment; I was certain he would tackle me. I was caught completely off guard when he turned and marched back to the woman instead.
She stared up at him in terror. I moved closer, ready to jump in if he tried to hurt her.
He snatched up her purse and dropped it near her feet. “I’m sorry honey, okay? Now get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
He held out his hand to her, and the woman flinched. He then reached to grab her, but myself, and several other bystanders yelled at him to get away from her. The man looked around at all of us and hunched his shoulders.
“Fine,” he snapped.
He turned and shouldered his way through the crowd, his tail between his legs.
I hurried up to the woman and crouched nearby. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
The woman looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears of relief and gratitude. “I think so. Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, ma’am, I’ve probably interfered in your life enough for one day, but you can’t carry on living like this. I don’t know your story, but if your husband treats you like this in a public space…” I let out a deep sigh as I contemplated my next words.
“I’m concerned for your safety,” I eventually added. “And I want you to know that you’re not alone, okay? There are people out there who care, people who can help you. You deserve better than that.”
A few bystanders started to gather around us, offering words of support and solidarity. It was heartening to see, after the initial apathy. One older woman with kind, wise eyes approached and held out a business card.
“I’m a lawyer, ma’am,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “If that man gives you any more trouble, I want you to contact me immediately.”
The woman burst into tears as she took the card and clutched it against her chest.
“Thank you,” she said between sobs.
The woman nodded, her expression firm and determined. “I already called the police and they should be here any minute, okay? I’m going to stay with you until this is all cleared up.”
The woman nodded.
When I finally got home, I felt an odd mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. My hands were still slightly shaking as I uploaded the video to social media, hoping it would inspire others to take a stand against abuse.
The response was overwhelming. Within hours, the video had gone viral. It drew attention from local news outlets and sparked a widespread conversation about public intervention in cases of domestic violence.
Comments and messages of support flooded in, praising my bravery and condemning the abuser’s actions.
A few days later, I received a message from the woman I had helped. She told me she had found the courage to leave her abusive husband and was now staying with friends, getting the support she needed to start a new life.
She thanked me for my intervention and shared her plans to seek legal action with the help of the lawyer who had offered her assistance. Reading her words, I felt a profound sense of relief and accomplishment.
Reflecting on the whole experience, I couldn’t help but feel proud. My actions had not only helped that woman escape a terrible situation but had also reminded everyone present that they have the power to make a difference.
It was a powerful realization, one that I hoped would inspire others to act when they saw someone in need.
When I told my family about what had happened, their reactions filled me with warmth. My three kids looked at me with wide eyes, admiration shining in their expressions.
My wife, always my rock, hugged me tightly.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You showed everyone what it means to stand up for what’s right.”
As I sat with my family that evening, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The incident had reinforced the values I wanted to pass on to my children: courage, compassion, and the importance of standing up for others.
Life is full of moments that test our character, and this one had shown me just how impactful individual actions can be.
In the end, that Tuesday evening wasn’t just another day. It was a turning point, a moment that reminded me—and hopefully others—that we all have the power to make a difference, no matter how small our actions might seem.
And sometimes, those small actions can change someone’s life forever.
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