Macaulay Culkin removed his parents from his foundation at age 15: his father disowned him years later

Even though Macaulay Culkin rose to fame as a child, his career took a turn for the worse when his parents divorced and started arguing about who would be in charge of Macaulay Culkin’s wealth and profession.

Macaulay Culkin let a lawyer handle the matter and took his parents’ names out of his foundation trust. His father declared years later that Macaulay Culkin was no longer his son.

On August 26, 1980, Macaulay Carson Culkin was born in New York. He is the son of Patricia Brentrup and former Broadway performer Christopher Cornelius “Kit” Culkin. But his parents have never tied the knot.

The third of seven children is Macaulay. Along with his sister Quinn, he has two brothers who are also actors: Kieran and Rory. At the tender age of four, Macaulay made his stage debut in the musical performance of “Bach Babies.”

As a young age, he started pursuing the performing arts. He trained at Balanchine’s American Ballet School and had several television commercial appearances.

In 1988, he made his screen debut in the drama “Rocket Gibraltar.” The next year, he made appearances in “See You in the Morning” and “Uncle Buck.”

His breakthrough performance was as Kevin McCallister in the comedy “Home Alone” in 1990. Due to the film’s widespread success, Macaulay overnight rose to prominence.

He received nominations for a Golden Globe, an American Comedy Award, and a Young Artist Award for his performance. He returned to the role in the global hit “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York” in 1992.

He starred in multiple popular movies, including “My Girl” (1991), “The Good Son” (1993), and a motion picture adaptation of “The Nutcracker” (1993).

He starred in “Getting Even with Dad,” “The Pagemaster,” and “Richie Rich” the following year. He wanted to lead a regular life after becoming weary of acting after the last movie.

His parents divorced in 1995, sparking a protracted custody dispute that lasted for two years. At this time, Macaulay—who was now the highest-paid child star—made the decision to hold off on accepting any additional jobs until after his parents’ custody battle was resolved.

After being together for more than 20 years, Macaulay’s parents, Kit and Brentrup, separated in 1995 when he was just 14 years old.

His managers were also the actor’s parents. They began bickering after their split over how to raise their kids and handle Macaulay’s rising profession.

Kit and Brentrup received a 15% commission on Macaulay’s profits while overseeing him. Macaulay’s profits were expected to be $50 million by 1990.

Because Kit was allegedly abusive, unfaithful, and had abandoned Macaulay and his siblings, Brentrup petitioned for temporary custody of Macaulay and his siblings in June 1995.

She was worried that Kit’s actions might turn off prospective workers who wished to resume working with their kids. But Kit wanted co-management and joint custody with Brentrup, while Brentrup asked for sole custody.

Kit was accused by the producers of blackmail, extortion, and harassment. He had such a terrible reputation that people referred to him as the “Stage Father from Hell.”

In “The Good Son,” Kit had threatened to cut Macaulay from the follow-up film “Home Alone” unless he was given a significant role. Producers and filmmakers reconsidered hiring Macaulay and his siblings after learning about the controversy involving his father.

Macaulay disclosed that he and his siblings declined to accompany their father throughout the custody dispute. He believed his father to be a pitiful individual.

Macaulay, watching his parents battle in court, acted impartially and decided to take Kit and Brentrup out of his trust fund. He said:

“I found an executor, someone who would handle my finances, and I legally removed my parents’ names from my trust fund.”

He feels that this decision pushed their custody battle to a much quicker conclusion, even though the press has misconstrued it. Take note that in the end, custody went to Brentrup.

Following the protracted struggle, Macaulay’s father—who passed away in January 2014 while preparing dinner—had nothing nice to say about him. He declared:

“I no longer consider him to be a son.”

Following their split, Kit made the decision to relocate to the west with his girlfriend Jeanette Krylowski. In addition, he accepted that he would never see his kids again.

Macaulay’s fatherhood began on April 5, 2021. Dakota Song Culkin is the son he and his fiancée Brenda Song welcomed into their family in Los Angeles.

Dakota, Macaulay’s sister, passed away in an automobile accident on December 9, 2008, at the age of 29. Their son bears her name. On the “Changeland” set in Thailand, Macaulay and Song first got together.

Macaulay announced that he and the former Disney Channel actress were prepared to start a family a year after they first started dating. In 1998, he wed actress Rachel Miner before he began dating Song. In 2002, following two years of separation, they got divorced.

We’ve seen more of Macaulay’s return to the spotlight in recent years. He declared on Twitter in October 2021 that he will not be part of the Disney+ revival of “Home Alone.”

Macaulay wore a colorful costume when she walked the Gucci Love Parade runway in November 2021 on Hollywood Boulevard.

He was dressed in vibrant floral bomber jacket over Hawaiian shirt and wide-leg camel beige slacks. Macaulay flashed his cream-colored Gucci double G leather belt, hands tucked into his pockets.

He accessorized his retro vacation ensemble with caramel-colored, 1970s-style sunglasses and clogs.

Although it’s common for fans to see their idols walk the catwalk, Macaulay surprised them by sharing the podium with Jodie Turner-Smith and Jared Leto.

“Daddy Has a Picture of Her”: Our Daughter Screamed during Family Dinner — The Truth Shocked Us

My little daughter was chattering excitedly about her new school and friends during dinner. Chirping about her new teacher, she exclaimed, “Daddy has a picture of her!” The blood drained from my face. What did my daughter’s teacher have to do with my husband? The truth I learned tore me apart.

It was a picture-perfect Thursday evening. We’d just moved to the new city two weeks ago, all thanks to my husband Jim’s new job.

Lily, our energetic seven-year-old, was chattering excitedly about her first day at school, her voice bubbling over with the thrill of new friendships.

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A family having dinner | Source: Pexels

“And guess what, Mommy?” she chirped, reaching for a turkey drumstick.

“Amy and Chris were so nice! They even gave me their pencils after Amanda snatched mine.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “That’s wonderful, honey! Sounds like you’re making great friends already.”

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A woman at a dining table | Source: Pexels

Just then, Lily’s smile faltered slightly. “Oh, and guess what, Mommy?” she chirped, her voice dropping a notch.

“When Ms. Willis came to class, I had a super long talk with her! By the way, Daddy has a picture of her in his study room!”

The blood drained from my face. My fork clattered onto the plate. “What? Whose picture?” I gasped.

“My Math teacher, Ms. Willis’s!” Lily chirped, taking a big scoop of icing, a dollop clinging to the tip of her nose.

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A little girl eating cake | Source: Pexels

Jim, mid-sip of his pomegranate juice, choked violently, his eyes bulging in shock.

He coughed, sputtering juice onto the table. “What? Which picture?” he rasped, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Honey, are you okay?” I worriedly asked. Jim didn’t answer me and pressed Lily about the picture again.

An unsettling feeling gnawed at my gut. This picture Lily mentioned, what did it have to do with Jim?

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

“The one in your drawer, Daddy!” Lily continued innocently. “Next to that funny-looking paperweight.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “Can you show it to us after dinner, sweetie?” I managed, forcing a smile.

The rest of the meal was a blur. Every stolen glance at Jim who was nervous at this point only deepened the knot of worry in my stomach.

Once dinner was over, we followed Lily to Jim’s study room in the attic.

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A study room | Source: Pexels

I took a deep breath as she pointed to a framed picture tucked away in his drawer.

It was a picture of a woman with warm, kind eyes and a familiar dimple on her cheek, a dimple that mirrored the one on Jim’s face.

His face paled as he stared at the picture. “Is… is that your new teacher, Lily?” His voice trembled.

“Uh-huh,” Lily squeaked, tilting her head. “She seems nice, Daddy.”

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A woman holding a photo frame | Source: Pexels

Jim’s hand shot up to clutch his chest. “What’s wrong, honey?” my eyes widened with concern.

“I… I need some air,” he mumbled, rushing out of the room.

Lily looked at me, confusion clouding her innocent eyes. “Mommy, is Daddy mad at me?”

I knelt before her, forcing a reassuring smile. “Honey, no one’s mad. Daddy’s just a little surprised, that’s all.”

But the truth was, I was surprised too, and a cold dread coiled in my stomach. What was this picture doing in Jim’s office? Who was this woman, and what connection did she have to my husband?

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A teary-eyed woman | Source: Unsplash

That night, after putting Lily to bed, I confronted Jim.

He sat by the window, his face etched with pain and longing. I sat beside him, my hand reaching for his, silently asking for an explanation.

He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored the knot of worry in my stomach.

“Mary, I’m so sorry,” he shakily began. “I should’ve told you about this a long time ago.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “About what, Jim?”

He took a deep breath. “Remember how I told you I was adopted?”

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A man beside a window | Source: Pexels

A memory surfaced. It had been years ago, during one of our first dates. Jim had confessed his past, his voice filled with a vulnerability that had drawn me to him even stronger.

“Yes,” I whispered, dread creeping into my voice. The picture of a happy family we’d been building together seemed to crack at the edges.

“Well,” his voice cracked slightly, “the day I found my new family was also the day I lost the only family I knew… my little sister, Jane.”

A gasp escaped my lips. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” I murmured, pulling him into a hug. “How did she…?”

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A sad couple hugging each other | Source: Pexels

“She didn’t die,” he interrupted. “We were just… separated. I was adopted and taken to Chicago, thousands of miles away from her. She was only five years old. I never saw Jane after that.”

“Never saw her?” I echoed.

Jim pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with desperate hope. “That’s why this picture…” he trailed off, gesturing towards the framed photo in his grasp. “I think it’s my sister Jane. I found it on social media years ago, but I wasn’t sure if it was really her. She had a different last name.”

“So why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. The revelation felt like a betrayal, a secret compartment of his life I hadn’t been privy to.

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An upset woman | Source: Pexels

Jim reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. “I was scared,” he confessed. “Scared you wouldn’t understand, scared it would change things between us.”

My anger softened, replaced by a wave of understanding. “Oh, Jim,” I sighed, leaning into his touch. “The only thing that changes is that we get to find her together.”

A flicker of relief danced in his eyes. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, squeezing his hand. “We’ll go to the school tomorrow and meet Ms. Willis.”

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Woman holding man’s hand | Source: Pexels

The next afternoon, butterflies fluttered in my stomach as we pulled into the parking lot at Lily’s school. Jim, usually confident and charismatic, seemed a bundle of nerves, his hand tightening around mine into a white-knuckled grip.

“You okay?” I asked softly.

He took a deep breath. “Just a little anxious. What if it’s not her?”

“Then we keep searching,” I said with a determined smile. “But deep down, I have a feeling this is it.”

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A man looking up | Source: Pexels

We were ushered into the lobby, a sterile space filled with diplomas and framed awards. A few tense moments passed before a woman with kind eyes and a familiar dimple walked in.

“Ms. Willis, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are here to see you,” the receptionist announced, her eyes flickering between us with a hint of curiosity.

Jim’s breath hitched. He just stood there, staring at Ms. Willis. She, on the other hand, remained composed, a polite smile gracing her lips.

“Hello,” she greeted, her voice warm and welcoming. “How can I help you?”

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A woman entering a room | Source: Pexels

Jim cleared his throat, mustering every ounce of his courage as he broke the silence.

“I… I think you might be my sister.”

The smile on Ms. Willis’s face vanished and her brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me? What do you mean?”

Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out the framed photo. His hand trembled slightly as he offered it to her. “I found this picture a few years ago. I’ve been searching for my sister Jane ever since. We were separated when we were kids. You… you were adopted, right?”

Ms. Willis’s eyes widened as she stared at the photo. Her face flushed red, and her hands began to tremble. “Yes, I was adopted,” she whispered. “But… I never knew I had a brother.”

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Shocked woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

Tears welled up in Jim’s eyes. “We were separated when we were very young,” he explained. “I’ve been looking for you for so long. Even went back to the shelter, hoping to find you, but they told me you’d been adopted. I couldn’t find your adoptive parents’ address and…”

“Do you remember when and where you were born?” Jim asked, his gaze fixed on Ms. Willis, whose hands trembled slightly.

“May 20th, Greenfield,” she replied, her voice quivering. “The only thing I remember from my childhood is a raggedy teddy bear and my birth certificate.”

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Sad man staring ahead | Source: Unsplash

A choked sob escaped Jim’s lips. He looked at me, his eyes filled with tears, and then back at Ms. Willis. “That’s it! I was born a year before you, in the same place! It has to be you, Jane. You are my sister!”

He turned to me, his voice filled with relief and joy. “We found her, Mary! We found her!”

Tears streamed down my face as I watched the reunion unfold. Years of longing, unspoken words, and unanswered questions seemed to hang heavy in the air.

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A man crying | Source: Pexels

Finally, Ms. Willis broke the silence. “I can’t believe this!” she sobbed. “I always felt like something was missing all my life. But I never knew…”

Jim reached out and squeezed her hand. “I’ve missed you every day, Jane. I can’t believe I finally found you.”

They clung to each other, their tears speaking volumes of the years they’d spent apart. Even the receptionist, a stoic woman who’d witnessed countless schoolyard dramas, dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

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A man and woman holding hands | Source: Pexels

“Jim,” Ms. Willis sniffled, pulling back from the embrace and wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

Jim’s eyes welled up with tears. “I promised myself I’d find you, Jane,” he choked out. “And here we are!”

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a worn photo. It showed two young children, a boy with a gap-toothed grin and a girl with a head full of messy curls, both clutching a well-loved teddy bear.

Ms. Willis’s breath hitched. Tears misted her eyes as she pointed at the little girl. “That’s me!” she whispered.

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A little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Pexels

Jim nodded, a tear rolling down his cheek. “And that’s me,” he tearfully giggled. “We were inseparable back then.”

Silence fell again, heavy with unspoken memories. Finally, Ms. Willis took a deep breath. “This is incredible,” she said. “But I still can’t believe it. How did you find me?”

Jim explained his online search and the lucky chance encounter with the picture on social media. Ms. Willis, in turn, shared how she’d always felt a yearning for something more, a missing piece of her past.

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A sad woman looking down | Source: Pixabay

“I never knew about a brother,” she confided. “My adoptive parents never mentioned it.”

“Maybe they didn’t know themselves,” I offered gently. “Adoption records weren’t always kept meticulously back then.”

A thoughtful look crossed Ms. Willis’s face. “Maybe,” she conceded. “But this doesn’t change anything, does it?” She looked at Jim, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Jim shook his head, a wide smile breaking through his tears. “No, Jane. This changes everything. For the better. We are not orphans anymore!”

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Man wiping his tears | Source: Pexels

They talked for a while longer, catching up on lost years. I learned that Ms. Willis was a teacher, married with two young children. Jim, meanwhile, filled her in on our life together and Lily.

The school bell rang, jolting us back to reality. Ms. Willis looked at her watch, her smile apologetic. “I have special classes, but…” she trailed off, her gaze flickering between Jim and me.

“We understand,” I said warmly. “But maybe we could all have lunch together sometime soon? We’d love to meet your family.”

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Woman looking at her watch | Source: Pexels

Ms. Willis’s eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! Let me give you my number.”

We exchanged contact information, the promise of future connections hanging in the air.

As we left the school, Lily was waiting for us by the car, bouncing on the balls of her feet. When she saw us approaching, she raced forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Did you see Ms. Willis, Mommy?” she chirped. “Is she nice?”

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A little girl running | Source: Pexels

I knelt before her, a smile gracing my lips. “She’s the nicest,” I assured her. “And guess what? Ms. Willis is actually your aunt Jane!”

Lily’s eyes widened in surprise. “My aunt?” she echoed.

“That’s right,” Jim confirmed, picking her up in a hug. “And you have two new little cousins too!”

Lily giggled, a look of pure delight spreading across her face. The prospect of a new aunt, cousins, and family gatherings filled her with childish excitement.

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A little girl smiling | Source: Pexels

As we drove home, the setting sun casting a warm glow on the road ahead, I glanced at Jim. His face, etched with years of longing, now held a newfound peace.

“Wow,” he sighed, a wide smile spreading across his face. “We actually found her!”

“We did!” I confirmed, returning his smile. “And she seems amazing.”

That very instant, I realized that our family, though a bit unconventional, had grown a little bigger. And with that growth came a promise of new adventures, shared laughter, and a love that transcended time and distance.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

Here’s another story about how a wife stumbled upon a shocking secret while casually scrolling through TikTok. She discovered her husband had a second family and taught him an unforgettable lesson.

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.

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