Joyce DeWitt Finally Admits the Truth We All Suspected – You Won’t Believe What She Said

It’s been years since *Three’s Company* was on TV, but the laughs it brought us are still fresh in our minds.

With its memorable characters and hilarious mix-ups, this classic show changed the world of sitcoms forever. Now, Joyce DeWitt shares what truly made *Three’s Company* a show we’ll never forget…

From the funny adventures of three single roommates to the unforgettable acting of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, *Three’s Company* is still a favorite on American TV. It’s hard to believe that 40 years have passed since the final episode aired on ABC, yet the show’s charm and humor continue to entertain us.

To show just how long it’s been, I recently watched the intro. The scenes at Santa Monica Pier remind me of how much has changed since the show was filmed.

Sadly, both John Ritter and Suzanne Somers have passed away, leaving us far too soon. But Joyce DeWitt, now 75, keeps the spirit of *Three’s Company* alive by sharing her stories and memories of the beloved show.

“The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in *Three’s Company* are the many, many adults who have told me that *Three’s Company* was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told *US Weekly*.

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Playing Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Joyce DeWitt became a TV star and brought joy to millions of viewers.

She appeared in 171 episodes of *Three’s Company* from 1976 to 1984.

“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told *The Spec*. “All we wanted to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really like a modern version of a 16th-century comedy. It was all about crazy fun. We talked about serious issues sometimes, but that was always in the background.”

“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “But in the end, it was about the deep friendship and love the characters had for each other. That’s what made people love them.”

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After *Three’s Company* ended, Joyce DeWitt took a break from the spotlight for over ten years before returning to acting.

No matter what she has done or plans to do in the future, most people will always remember her for that iconic show. And according to DeWitt, there’s a simple reason for this.

“It was a ‘time out’ from the tough, stressful situations young people were dealing with in their lives,” DeWitt explains, adding:

“And, of course, they say the characters did silly, crazy things that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust, and support between the characters that made fans stay with the show for life.”

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In unedited photos from the *Three’s Company* set, the close bond between the cast is clear, especially in the pictures of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the much-loved Chrissy Snow.

Both actresses gave memorable performances, portraying young women making their way in a male-dominated world. Their contributions were just as important to the show’s success as John Ritter’s, and in those early days, their smiles in the photos show a sense of friendship and teamwork.

But beneath the laughter, tensions were brewing. While Somers was praised for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her push for equal pay led to growing conflicts. She demanded a 500% salary increase, from $30,000 to $150,000, which put a strain on her relationship with DeWitt. What was once a joyful set became a place of tension and disagreements.

Suzanne Somers always saw *Three’s Company* as a serious business and took her role as an actor very seriously, but she knew this approach bothered her co-stars.

Eventually, Somers was fired but still had to finish the fifth season under strange conditions. She was kept apart from the cast, filming her scenes through odd phone calls while escorted by security. The tension grew, leading to a painful break between Somers and Joyce DeWitt.

For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a long silence that felt difficult to understand when you looked back at their early friendship on the show.

“They painted me as if I was trying to ruin the show,” Suzanne Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anyone on that show ever again. Ever again.”

Some people thought that Joyce DeWitt’s rivalry played a role in Somers’ departure, but it was really the salary negotiations that caused the rift between them.

Their different situations made things more complicated — Somers was a single mother who needed financial security, while DeWitt was more focused on her acting. This added to the strain on their relationship.

“We had very different approaches to our careers,” Joyce DeWitt said about her relationship with Suzanne Somers after the show. “We had very different needs. I didn’t have a child to support on my own. I didn’t have a business mindset, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”

But in a wonderful turn of events, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, *Breaking Through*. It was clear they had made peace.

The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past showed signs of healing.

DeWitt expressed her deep admiration for Somers, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This touching moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of forgiveness. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s sad passing in 2023.

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In an interview with *US Weekly*, Joyce DeWitt spoke warmly about her late co-stars, honoring the lasting impact they made. Reflecting on Suzanne Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as “absolutely wonderful.”

She also paid tribute to John Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him “a true gift.”

Looking back at the photos from *Three’s Company*, we are reminded of a different, happier time—one filled with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable memories. These images not only capture the joy the cast brought to TV screens but also highlight the lasting legacy they have left behind.

I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past — Story of the Day

When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. But the forbidden third floor and whispers about my mother’s past made me question everything I thought I knew.

When my mother passed away, my world fell apart. She wasn’t just my mom; she was my anchor. Without her, I was adrift in a storm of grief and bills that piled up faster than I could handle.

I spent countless nights scrolling through job postings. “Experience required.” “Degree preferred.” Each rejection chipped away at my hope.

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“Come on, Sarah,” I whispered to myself.

Then, one day, a thick envelope arrived.

The Harrisons?

I’d never heard of them, but the letter inside offered a job as a nanny for their eight-year-old son, Lucas. It felt like a miracle.

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***

When I arrived at the Harrison estate, its grandeur was overwhelming—perfect gardens, towering doors, everything so pristine it felt unreal.

“You must be Sarah,” a sharp voice broke my thoughts.

I turned to see a stunning woman descending the steps.

“I’m Veronica,” she said curtly. “Come in.”

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The house’s gleaming marble floors and sparkling chandeliers gave it the feel of a museum rather than a home.

“This way,” Veronica said briskly.

Lucas, my charge, stood by the staircase, clutching a book.

“Hi,” he mumbled, barely glancing up when prompted.

“Lucas isn’t much for talking,” Veronica said, brushing him off.

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She continued outlining the rules.

“And one more thing,” she said, stopping abruptly. “The third floor is off-limits. That’s where the grandmother lives. She values her privacy.”

I nodded, but her tone made me uneasy.

At dinner, I met Richard, Lucas’s father, a kind-eyed man who looked older than his years.

“Lucas has mentioned you,” he said warmly.

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“Has he?” I asked, glancing at Lucas as he pushed broccoli around his plate.

“He’s observant,” Richard said with a small smile.

Then there was Oliver, Richard’s eldest son, “just visiting for a while.”

That night, as I settled into my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the house held secrets that were tied to the forbidden third floor.

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***

While tidying Lucas’s room one afternoon, I stumbled upon a dusty old photo album tucked away at the back of his closet. Its leather cover was cracked and worn as if it had been forgotten for years.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully opened it, flipping through the pages.

The photographs were full of happy moments: Richard as a young man, his arm around a lovely woman who must be his first wife. Beside them was little Oliver grinning at the camera.

My lips curved into a small smile, but as I turned the next page, my heart stopped.

This is… my mother!

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There she was, smiling brightly, standing beside Richard, holding baby Oliver in her arms.

What is she doing in these photos?

I remembered how she had once mentioned working as a nanny for a wealthy family, but she had never given me any details.

Why? Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell me?

I stared at the photo, unable to look away.

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That evening, I wandered the hallways of the Harrison house, thinking. As I passed the living room, sharp voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.

“Your mother keeps bringing up Kristy and her child,” Veronica hissed, her tone edged with frustration. “I’m sick of hearing about it. How much longer are you going to let her go on with these stories? Kristy existed, didn’t she?”

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Richard’s voice was heavy. “She’s old, Veronica. She doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time. Kristy was just a nanny for Oliver. My mother is mixing up memories with things that never happened.”

I froze, gripping the banister. Kristy. That was my mother’s name. They were talking about her.

My breath caught as realization hit. The grandmother knew something about my mother and this family.

Is she trying to tell them something important?

I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to start: the third floor.

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***

The next evening, I waited for my chance. Richard and Veronica left for a charity event, and Oliver was buried in a book in the study. I tucked Lucas into bed, leaving the baby monitor on the nightstand, and quietly made my way to the third floor.

My heart thudded in my chest as I reached the locked door to the grandmother’s room. I’d noticed earlier that the kitchen keyring held a small, unmarked key. Slipping back downstairs, I retrieved it, hoping it would fit. When I returned, I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click.

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The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on a small table. The scent of lavender lingered in the air. An ornate rug lay beneath a chair where the grandmother sat by the window, a photograph trembling in her wrinkled hands. She didn’t look up until I stepped inside.

Her gaze landed on me, and her eyes filled with tears.

“You must be Sarah. You look so much like Kristy.”

“You… you knew my mother?” I stammered, stepping closer.

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She nodded, motioning for me to sit on the chair across from her.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she said, clutching the photo tightly. “Your mother worked here many years ago. She was Oliver’s nanny, but she was much more than that. She was everything to Richard.”

“What do you mean?”

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Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was filled with emotion.

“Your mother and Richard fell in love. It was a big secret. They had to hide it. Richard was already married, and my husband, your grandfather, demanded they keep up appearances for the family’s reputation. When Kristy found out she was pregnant with you, she left. She didn’t want to destroy the family. We’d been mailing for years. That’s why I have your photos.”

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The room spun around me. I shook my head, trying to process her words.

“Is Richard my father?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.

“Yes, my dear. You are his daughter. I’ve tried to tell him, but he won’t listen. He thinks I’m just a senile old woman.”

Her voice cracked. “And Veronica, his new wife… She’s kept me isolated, trying to silence me.”

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I couldn’t speak. The weight of her words crushed me. She reached for my hand.

“That was my invitation in your mail. You have your mother’s spirit. And I want you to be part of our family. Sooner or later.”

“No one will believe me,” I said quietly. “They’ll think I’m here to take something or cause trouble.”

The grandmother’s expression softened.

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“In time, they will. Your mother, Kristy, was the only one who truly loved Richard for who he was, not for what he had. He knew it then, and he’ll feel it now. He will accept you because you’re part of her—the woman he truly loved.”

“I should go,” I said, hearing faint rustling through the baby monitor in my pocket. “Lucas needs me.”

“Go on, dear. We’ll talk again when the time is right.”

I slipped out, locking the door behind me. The hallway felt heavy as I descended the stairs, thoughts racing.

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Reaching Lucas’s room, I found him sound asleep, his small hand clutching his blanket. I exhaled in relief.

But, at that moment, I didn’t notice the faint sound of a door closing in my room.

***

When I entered my room, my breath caught! Oliver was sitting on the edge of my bed.

“You spoke to her, didn’t you?” he asked.

I nodded, unsure of how much to admit. “I didn’t mean to, but…”

He raised a hand, stopping me.

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“It’s fine. I overheard everything.” His face softened, the guarded expression fading. “I always knew something didn’t add up about that time. Now it makes sense.”

His understanding gave me courage, and we made a plan together. That evening, Oliver convinced Richard to call a family dinner. Even Veronica, though suspicious, had no idea what was coming.

As everyone gathered, including the grandmother, my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.

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“I have something to say. I didn’t come here with a plan to disrupt your family, but now that I know the truth, I can’t keep quiet.”

All eyes were on me as I told my story: how my mother had worked here, how she’d loved Richard, and the secret she carried when she left.

“I’m not here to take anything from you,” I added, looking directly at Richard. “But your mother deserves more respect than she’s been given. She’s far more capable than you think.”

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Veronica’s face reddened, but before she could speak, Richard raised a hand.

“Enough,” he said firmly.

The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the quiet.

“I think it’s better if I leave. I didn’t come here to stay, and now you finally have a chance to make things right as a family.”

My gaze moved from Richard to the grandmother, and then to Oliver. “This is your time to fix what’s broken.”

Richard’s lips parted as if to object, but he said nothing. He only nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.

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***

The next morning, I packed my bags. At the door, Oliver handed me an envelope with a salary. “You’ll always have a brother in me. Don’t be a stranger.”

A month later, I was invited back for my grandmother’s birthday. Lucas and Oliver welcomed me warmly, and Richard approached.

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“I ended things with Veronica. I want to make up for lost time.”

I stayed, and slowly, we became what we were meant to be. Grandmother laughed with Lucas in the garden, Oliver and I raced through morning runs, and my father and I biked along sunlit paths, sharing stories of my mother.

Together, we began to heal. At last, I had a family.

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