Melody Thomas Scott, the “The Young and the Restless” Nikki Newman since 1979, had a lot more tumultuous background than she would confess

Born in 1956 in Los Angeles, California, Thomas Scott made her acting debut in “Marnie” when she was just 13 years old.

She had a few small film and television appearances throughout the ensuing years, including parts starring Kirk Douglas and Clint Eastwood. She attended the University of Southern California to study piano performance as well.

Thomas Scott’s traumatic childhood past was not well known, despite her success in theater and television, which included multiple Emmy nominations, wins from Soap Opera Digest Awards, and Soap Opera Update Awards.

When she was a baby, her mother left her. Her grandmother took care of her instead of her mother, and regrettably, she did little to stop multiple individuals from abusing young Thomas Scott.

A few decades later, in 2020, Thomas Scott released a memoir titled “Always Young and Restless: My Life On and Off America’s #1 Daytime Drama,” which offered an open window into his life away from the spotlight.

At the age of four, Scott saw her grandmother being abused for the first time. Her grandmother was in the same room as Scott, but she did nothing to stop him from being abused all of Scott’s life.

She pursued a career as a child actor as an escape from the filth, vermin, and lack of protection in her family life. Her passion for acting was stoked when she discovered a sense of normalcy in her profession that she had never experienced before.

Scott moved out of her grandmother’s house when she reached twenty, despite the fact that her health was deteriorating. She realized that trying to convince her grandmother not to have let the abuse would not help; perhaps things would have turned out differently if her grandmother had not been so afraid to see a doctor. Scott overcame these setbacks and continued on despite having a horrible upbringing.

Scott reflected on the agony and adversity she had endured at the hands of her grandmother, a woman who was unable to forgive her for an incomprehensible occurrence. Scott’s grandma asked for forgiveness for years before she passed away, and Scott never made amends with her.

Scott was able to find the good in a difficult situation. She learned endurance, patience, and how to handle hardship as a result of her experience. She was unable to contact her grandma at times, though, because of her unreasonable actions.

Scott faced a difficult road ahead of her as a result; the author needed ten years to write a biography about these upsetting experiences. The project was in danger of being completely destroyed throughout the first few terrifying chapters, which only served to highlight how amazing the project’s completeness was after it was finished.

After shedding her grandmother’s name, Scott was able to go forward. In 1985, she wed Edward James Scott. When they celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary, they took the chance to reiterate their vows on “Entertainment Tonight” in front of their loved ones. The couple’s three adoptive children were named Jennifer, Alexandra, and Elizabeth.

According to Scott, having a child offered her a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make up for some of the wrongs done to her during her childhood. In an intentional effort to provide her girls a better upbringing than she had, Scott decided to assign them to different activities. She had the good fortune to watch them develop into mature, content adults with their own families as a result.

In an effort to help fans understand more about the woman who inspired TV character Nikki Newman, Scott shares her story. She also urges anyone in similar circumstances to seek help before it’s too late, emphasizing that abuse can happen to anyone, regardless of one’s financial standing.

My Son Stays Quiet as His Wife Insults Me — But He Soon Teaches Her a Lesson in Front of Guests

Kate cannot wait to spend the holidays with her son and his wife — it’s her first Christmas with the family. But when Liz criticizes her cooking, and John chooses silence over defending his mother, will the holidays be ruined?

I was always the feeder — especially after I got married, it was always me cooking for every family dinner and during the major holidays, like Christmas. But after Oliver, my husband, passed, I lost hold of that part of me.

Now, I barely cook, just enough to keep myself going, and barely that.

Except during the holidays because this is when my son, John, comes for his annual roast dinner. And then, it’s time for me to shine. But this year, things got very heated in the kitchen.

This was the first year with Liz, John’s wife, joining us. When they were dating, she always went home to her parents instead of visiting us. Which, I’ll admit, is fair because being with your family is everything during the holidays. Anyway, I was intrigued to see how Liz would mix with the rest of our family for the day.

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Person chopping vegetables | Source: Unsplash

I got up early and began the Christmas meal, knowing that it would be an early dinner with many side dishes and different desserts to follow. I made the usual Christmas dinner that we’ve done for years — chicken, with roasted potatoes and gravy being the main attraction, but with lots of little dishes. Things that John loved.

But Liz? Oh, she definitely wasn’t a fan.

I was putting the final touches on the chicken when Liz strolled into the kitchen, cell phone in hand, eyeing my cooking. She looked around the kitchen with an expression that looked like she had smelt something terrible. I tried to ignore her because I was already sweating away.

Roast chicken on plates | Source: Pexels

Roast chicken on plates | Source: Pexels

Then, she hit me with a line that slammed through me. “Hey, Kate,” she said, “maybe we should order food. Not everyone wants what you’ve cooked. I don’t know if everyone enjoys your cooking, either. Every aspect of Christmas is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. They should enjoy the food, too!”

I was completely blindsided by her words.

I saw John leaning against the archway, nibbling on a carrot. He altogether avoided my gaze, looking over me and out the window across the room. I held back my tears and bit my lip.

Family get together | Source: Pexels

Family get together | Source: Pexels

The guests were almost all present, sitting all over the house, and I didn’t want to put a damper on the dinner, even if Liz had hurt me. Dinner rolled around, and the table groaned beneath the weight of the food. My guests, John included, were digging in and singing praises for the food I had been cooking for most of the day.

“The food’s great, right? Everyone’s enjoying it?” John asked the table.

His uncle laughed and helped himself to another serving of roasted potatoes. “Why wouldn’t we enjoy my sister’s food?” my brother said.

“Because Liz said that the dinner might be ruined by Mom’s dishes. She wanted us to order in.”

“Nonsense!” my brother exclaimed, drowning his potatoes in gravy.

Roasted potatoes | Source: Pexels

Roasted potatoes | Source: Pexels

John looked at me and smiled. Which was when I realized that my sweet boy’s silence wasn’t meant to hurt me. No. He was trying to bide his time until he could teach Liz a lesson and embarrass her in front of our family.

Liz turned red from his comment as everyone stared at her. I’ll admit that I felt bad for her. It was her first Christmas with us, and already, it wasn’t looking promising.

Later on, when I was in the kitchen again, packing the dishwasher and emptying dishes of food, Liz came in.

“Kate, I’m sorry,” my daughter-in-law said. “I was so wrong to do what I did. I am sorry, please understand.”

“Understand what?” I asked her.

I did feel bad, yes. But I was still hurt.

Loaded dishwasher | Source: Pexels

Loaded dishwasher | Source: Pexels

“I only said that because John loves your food. He always talks about how you make all these special things for him. I can’t make a basic mac and cheese without him saying yours is better. I looked at the food, smelt all the delicious smells from this kitchen, and panicked.”

“Liz, you should know that a boy and his mother’s food is a relationship in and of itself,” I laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. “I can teach you how to cook just like me. My mother taught me everything I know.”

“Really?” she asked. “Even after I’ve been so horrible?”

“Yes,” I said with a softening smile.

Then, I led her to the Christmas tree, ready to give Liz her present.

I still think the whole thing hurts me, but I’m grateful she didn’t say what she said for a nasty reason. Liz felt threatened by John’s relationship with my food instead of fostering a relationship with Liz’s cooking.

But I can teach her.

Christmas present wrapped with red thread | Source: Pexels

Christmas present wrapped with red thread | Source: Pexels

If the same thing had happened to you, what would you have done? Would you have been silent until the truth came out, like me? Or would you have retaliated immediately?

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