Nearing sixty, Anderson Cooper had already ended his relationship with Benjamin Maisani, his longtime partner, when he became a father. The two ex-couples did, however, reunite, but not in a romantic setting.
It took years before Anderson Cooper and Benjamin Maisani’s relationship was made public because they were so secretive about it. The couple’s dating history dates back to 2009.
The pair was revealed to be residing together at Anderson’s firehouse home by Daily Mail in March 2018. He later made renovations to the $4 million Manhattan, Greenwich Village home he purchased.
In March 2018, after a decade of dating, Anderson’s spokesperson confirmed that the journalist and Benjamin had separated. According to reports, the CNN anchor explained the split by saying:
“Benjamin and I separated as boyfriends some time ago. We are still family to each other, and love each other very much.”
Anderson explained that he and his ex-boyfriend remained best friends and would continue sharing their lives. During an interview with Ellen DeGeneres, the television personality revealed one of the reasons that caused them to break up.
He shared how Benjamin wasn’t sure he wanted to have children. However, Anderson didn’t wait to have another partner before working on his dream of becoming a father and fulfilling it at age 53.
In 2020, when reaching the end of his segment on CNN, Anderson revealed that his first child and son, Wyatt Morgan, had been born. He also opened up about why the milestone was especially significant for him, stating:
“As a gay kid, I never thought it would be possible to have a child.”
The star shared his gratitude for the people who paved the way for him to realize his dream. He also shared his appreciation of the nurses and doctors who took part in helping welcome his son.
Following ten years of dating, Anderson’s representative said that the journalist and Benjamin had split up in March 2018. The CNN host reportedly stated the following to explain the split:
“A while back, Benjamin and I called it quits on our relationship. We still love and care for one another as if we were family.
Anderson clarified that he would continue to share their lives and that he and his ex-boyfriend were close friends. One of the reasons behind their breakup was disclosed by the television personality in an interview with Ellen DeGeneres.
He revealed that Benjamin wasn’t certain he wanted to start a family. But Anderson didn’t wait to find a new partner to work toward and realize his 53-year-old dream of becoming a father.
At the conclusion of his CNN segment in 2020, Anderson disclosed the birth of Wyatt Morgan, his first kid. He also revealed the reason the achievement held particular significance for him, saying:
“As a gay child, I never imagined that having a child would be possible.”
The celebrity expressed his appreciation to everyone who helped him achieve his dream. He also expressed his gratitude to the medical professionals that assisted in the birth of his son.
In addition, the TV celebrity shared four photos of his infant son on Instagram. The first picture shows him tenderly nursing Wyatt. He disclosed that the boy was just three days old in the caption of the photo.
He gave an explanation of how the child’s first name matched that of his own father, who died when he was only 10 years old. The second name belonged to his mother’s side of the family, Gloria Vanderbilt, and was also favored by his parents.
Anderson claimed at the time that he had discovered a list his parents had created 52 years prior while choosing his name. At birth, Wyatt reportedly weighed 7.2 pounds and was hailed as “sweet, soft, and healthy.”
The journalist also expressed gratitude to the surrogate mother for bearing him, providing him with a loving and sensitive watch, and giving birth to the boy. He also expressed gratitude to the surrogate’s family for their help both before and after the procedure.
In closing, Anderson expressed his hope that his brother Carter, mother, and father could have seen his son grow up. But he made the decision to think they could see his child, and he saw them cuddling up to each other while grinning and laughing.
He was content that their family line will live on and that their love was still present in both Wyatt and him. Anderson learned in August 2020 that Wyatt was sleeping on an unusual schedule for a youngster who was just about four months old at the time.
The newborn was getting twelve hours of sleep every night! The CNN anchor clarified that he was receiving help from a nurse and made a joke about not knowing what she did—but she didn’t use booze or Ambien—to put the youngster to sleep so much!
Anderson had one requirement, despite having help from someone else in caring for the child. The celebrity declared that he opposed having a single parent raise his child.
In May 2020, Anderson gave an explanation for his decision to not raise his child by himself on “The Howard Stern Show.” The celebrity talked about how his mother raised him and his brother as a single parent after losing his father and how she wasn’t very paternal.
He wished there had been another adult in his life to cover that absence. Someone who occasionally offered to take him out to lunch or a ball game, or who suggested having a conversation with him; the journalist added:
“Therefore, I reasoned that I would be in favor of more people loving my son and being in his life, even if nothing bad happened to me.”
He mentioned how, if it were possible, he would want to have two parents. Ironically, because of their good relationship, he and Benjamin continued to live together in their house after their breakup.
Anderson said that things were “weird” between him and the nightclub owner. Despite his early reluctance, Benjamin eventually changed his mind and is today a wonderful co-parent to young Wyatt.
The former couple resided in the Greenwich Village firehouse that Anderson purchased and remodeled in 2009. According to the celebrity, Wyatt would likely refer to Benjamin as “Papa” whereas he would be called “Dad” or “Daddy” because he was French.
Anderson quipped that the businessman was speaking to the young child in his own tongue and that he might be manipulating Wyatt by not understanding what he was saying! But the journalist denied that the ex-couple might reconcile when asked if it would be possible.
In August 2020, Anderson talked to WSJ magazine about how becoming a father had made him realize how much life had changed. Despite being 53 at the time, he talked about how he felt like he was waiting for his real life to start.
The actor claimed that he had been concentrating on moving forward or telling a tale, but that concentrating on Wyatt brought order to the situation. The anchor for the news said, “It’s changed everything.”
Due to his night shift employment, Anderson used to wake up late as well, but after Wyatt’s arrival, he now wakes up at seven in the morning. Since his son’s awakening marked the highest point of his day, it was his objective to rise before him.
Benjamin [Maisani] and the infant [Sebastian Luke Maisani-Cooper], who weighed 6.8 lbs. at birth, would also share co-parenting duties.
When the young boy saw him, he delighted to see him stretch and smile. From the third floor, Anderson went to his son’s room on the fourth, where he waited for him to make noises to let the star know he was awake before entering to see how he was doing.
The TV celebrity stated to People magazine in June 2020 that he would be willing to grow his family in the future. But first, he needed time to get a better night’s sleep and clear his thoughts!
It would be wonderful, he thought, to have a brother or sister for Wyatt. Then, on “Anderson Cooper 360°,” in February 2022, Anderson revealed that he had welcomed Sebastian Luke Maisani-Cooper, his second son, via surrogacy!
Benjamin and the infant, who weighed 6.8 pounds at birth, would also share co-parenting duties. The celebrity also disclosed at that time that Wyatt’s last name would be changed to Maisani-Cooper and that his former partner was in the process of adopting the child.
But in December 2020, following Wyatt’s birth, Anderson acknowledged that he was “tired more than I’ve ever been.” He did, however, adore being a father and “wouldn’t change it for the world,” and he frequently broke down in tears when he saw his kid.
My Husband Kicked Me Out of the House Because I Couldn’t Calm Our Kids Down While He Was Working
It wasn’t the yelling kids or the endless demands that broke me. It was the moment my husband opened the door, his face cold and resolved, and said, “You need to go.” That’s when everything shifted.
I never thought I’d be writing this, but here we are.
I’m a stay-at-home mom with three kids — Oliver (7), Sophie (5), and Max (3). My husband, Mark, works from home to support us, and for the most part, it’s a good life. It’s full of love, laughter, and the kind of chaos that only small children can create.
Couple with their three children| Source: Midjourney
But last week… last week was different. It felt like everything unraveled, and now, I’m not even sure where I stand anymore. It started like any other day. Mark was on a conference call in his office, trying to close some important deal, and I was doing my usual juggling act with the kids.
Oliver wanted to watch cartoons, Sophie was bored, and Max was, well, being a three-year-old, so everything seemed like a reason to cry. You know, the usual.
“Mommy, I want to watch cartoons,” Oliver tugged at my sleeve, his eyes pleading.
“We just watched some, Ollie. How about we play a game instead?” I suggested, trying to sound enthusiastic even though I was completely drained.
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“Games are boring,” Sophie shouted, crossing her arms.
Before I could respond, Max started wailing — no reason, just joining in the chaos like he always did. I could feel the tension building, and so could Mark. I glanced at him through the glass door of his office, and I could see it in his eyes — the silent plea for quiet. But how could I manage that with three kids all demanding something different?
“Shh, guys, Daddy’s working,” I whispered, already knowing it was hopeless.
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“Why can’t Daddy play with us?” Oliver whined, louder this time.
I wanted to scream. I had tried everything: snacks, storytime, their favorite show on repeat. Nothing worked. Their noise level just kept rising, and with it, my stress.
Then, I heard it. The sound of Mark’s office door opening, slowly but deliberately.
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I turned, expecting him to say something calming, offer help, or even give me a reassuring look. Instead, his face was tight, his eyes cold.
“Can’t you keep them quiet for five minutes?” His voice was low, but it cut through me like a knife.
My heart pounded as Mark’s words hit me like a freight train.
“I’m trying to manage them, but they just won’t listen!” I pleaded, throwing my hands up in desperation, the sound of the kids still echoing in the background. I searched his face for some sign of understanding, hoping he’d soften, but all I saw was frustration. Deep, simmering frustration.
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Mark took a deep breath, his eyes wild with anger. “I can’t live like this anymore! You’re not even a mother right now… you’re just… just a woman!” His words cut through the air, leaving me breathless.
“What?” I gasped, my throat tightening. “Mark, what are you saying?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Just go! Get out of here!” he snapped, storming past me.
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Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he grabbed my suitcase from the closet, dragged it to the bed, and quickly stuffed clothes into it. Socks, pajamas, anything he could grab.
“Mark, stop! What are you doing?” My voice cracked, tears welling up in my eyes as I watched him. “Please, I’m trying my best!”
He didn’t stop. His hands moved faster, almost as if he was afraid he’d change his mind if he slowed down. “You need to take a break from all of this,” he muttered. “You deserve time for yourself, some place away from… this chaos.”
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I stood there, paralyzed by disbelief. Was this really happening? My husband — the man I shared my life, my home, my children with — was packing my bags, telling me to leave.
“I booked a hotel room for you. Two days. You’ll have time to yourself,” he said, his voice suddenly calmer, as if this were all perfectly reasonable.
My heart raced faster, confusion mixing with a strange sense of relief that I didn’t want to admit to. “You’re sending me away? Mark, I can’t just leave the kids like this…”
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He grabbed his wallet, pulled out his credit card, and placed it on my hand. “Take my card. Go treat yourself. Get a nice meal, and drink something fancy. Get a massage, whatever you need. Just go.”
I stared at the card, my mind reeling. This didn’t feel like a gift—it felt like an eviction. But beneath the shock, the guilt, and the tears that stung my eyes, I felt something else: a small glimmer of relief. The exhaustion, the endless days of noise and mess, had been wearing on me more than I realized.
Mark stepped forward, his anger softening just slightly. “This is for you. Please, just go.”
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I didn’t know what else to do. With trembling hands, I zipped up the suitcase and wiped away the tears that had started to fall. He gave me a quick hug, a peck on the cheek that felt rushed, and before I could process it, I was in the car, pulling out of the driveway. As I drove away, my hands gripping the wheel, my heart pounded with disbelief.
Was my husband really doing this for me, or was he doing it to get rid of me?
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Arriving at the hotel, I took a deep, shaky breath. The lobby smelled like fresh coffee and soft jazz played in the background, soothing my frazzled nerves. Everything seemed so calm here. It was such a stark contrast to the chaos I had just left behind.
I checked in quickly, making my way to my room with the weight of the past few hours still pressing on my shoulders.
As soon as I opened the door to the small, cozy room, I let out a long sigh of relief. The bed looked like a sanctuary, and without thinking twice, I collapsed onto it, staring up at the ceiling.
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I should’ve been furious, right? My husband had literally kicked me out of the house! But instead, I felt… lighter? The guilt bubbled up, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of freedom.
My phone buzzed. It was Mark.
“I can’t believe you kicked me out. This is so surreal,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send.
A few moments later, his reply flashed on my screen. “Just trust me. I know you need this. Let me handle the kids.”
I stared at the message for a while, trying to make sense of it. Could he really handle it? Could I really let go? With a deep breath, I decided to surrender to the moment.
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The first day slipped by in a blur of pampering. I took the longest bath I’d had in years, soaking in the silence. Room service delivered a meal I didn’t have to cook, and I ate in bed while flipping through the book I’d been meaning to read for months.
I felt something close to peace, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids. How were they managing without me?
That evening, I couldn’t resist. I dialed Mark’s number.
“Hey… how are the kids?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing.
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“They’re good,” Mark replied, sounding surprisingly calm. “We had a little talk about respecting you and what it means to be a family. They miss you, Mia.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really? What did you tell them?”
“I told them that you do everything for us, and it’s time they show you how much they appreciate you.” His voice was steady and reassuring.
My heart warmed at his words. It was so unlike Mark to take the lead with the kids like this, to be the one who gave the talk. But hearing it gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed. Maybe he was right after all.
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After two days of self-care and relaxation, I drove back home feeling refreshed, but uncertain about what awaited me. I opened the front door, bracing myself for the usual chaos, but instead… silence.
The living room was spotless. Toys that were normally scattered everywhere were neatly put away, and the kids—Oliver, Sophie, and Max—stood in matching outfits, beaming like they were up to something.
“Mommy!” they shouted in unison, racing toward me.
I laughed as I knelt down, gathering them into my arms. “What’s all this? Did I step into the wrong house?”
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Sophie grinned and pointed behind her. “Surprise! We made you dinner!”
I glanced over to see a little table set up with paper plates, juice boxes, and what looked like sandwiches they’d put together themselves. My heart swelled.
Mark appeared, his arms crossed, smiling proudly. “The kids wanted to show you how much they appreciate you. We’ve been planning this all day.”
I stood, tears threatening to spill. “You all did this for me?”
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“Of course!” Oliver exclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride. “We wanted to make you happy.”
Mark walked over and pulled me into a soft embrace. “You needed a break, Mia. And I needed to teach the kids how to appreciate everything you do.”
I blinked back tears and looked up at him. “Thank you. I can’t believe you managed all this.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It wasn’t easy, but we made it work. Together.”
That evening, as we shared a simple meal filled with laughter and stories, I realized how much had shifted.
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After putting the kids to bed, Mark and I settled onto the couch, tired but content. He reached for my hand. “I’m sorry for how I reacted before. I felt overwhelmed and didn’t know how to help.”
I leaned against him, my heart full. “I appreciate you, Mark. Thank you for reminding me of my worth. I love you.”
He squeezed my hand, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you too, Mia. We’re in this together.”
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