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.
I set out in my RV to scatter my mother’s ashes, but along the way, I met a man who uncovered a startling family secret
After my mother passed away, I thought I knew everything about her life. But a sudden discovery during my journey led to a truth I never expected. What I found changed everything I thought I knew about my past… and my future.
After my mother’s death, I was completely alone. I stood in the empty apartment, the silence around me pressing in. My father left us before I was born. The walls, once filled with her presence, were bare, stripped of life.
“What do I do now, Mom?” I whispered aloud.
I always have the answers. But now… Now it’s just me.
I sold the apartment. It was a painful reminder of Mom’s last days, and I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer.
I had a vague plan to head to the small town where she once lived. To my surprise, she had a property there and left it to me.
“I’m going there, to where you loved,” I murmured.
I walked through the empty rooms in the apartment one last time and shut the door, locking it for the last time.
“Goodbye, Mom,” I whispered, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.
Outside, I handed the keys to the real estate agent. I had nowhere to go. Two suitcases were waiting for me at a hotel. Nothing more.
I glanced at the pile of mail in my hands. Today’s newspaper caught my eye. I flipped through it until a small ad jumped out at me:
“FOR SALE: 1985 RV. Runs, needs TLC. Priced to sell.”
It was a way to leave everything behind. Without overthinking, I drove straight to the address listed in the ad.
The RV sat in a driveway, looking worn and beaten, even more so than I expected. Rust streaked its sides. The paint faded to a dull gray. But it didn’t matter. It represented freedom to leave that place and pain behind.
A gruff man stood beside it, clearly eager to get rid of it.
“You here for the RV?” he asked, glancing at me as I approached.
“Yeah,” I said, scanning the vehicle. “I saw the ad.”
“It’s old, but it runs. Took it out last week. You interested?”
I ran my hand over the chipped paint. It wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.
“How much?”
“Cash only,” he said, naming the price.
I didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take it.”
“You sure? You don’t want to look under the hood?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I just need to go.”
Minutes later, the deal was done. I climbed into the RV, the smell of old leather and dust filling my senses as the engine growled to life.
“Okay, Mom,” I whispered, gripping the wheel, “I’m doing this. I don’t know what’s waiting for me, but I have to go.”
I decided to head straight to the hotel where my suitcases were waiting. I wasn’t going to stay the night there as I had originally planned. No more waiting.
Grabbing my things, I loaded them into the RV, eager to leave everything behind. The open road was calling, and I was ready to answer.I drove for hours. The hum of the radio kept me company as the sun dipped below the horizon. The darkness slowly crept in.
I was tired, my eyes growing heavy. The road stretched on, seemingly endless, and I just wanted to reach a place where I could close my eyes for a few hours.
And then, without warning, the RV sputtered. The engine gave a loud, ominous cough, and before I could react, it died completely. I let out a frustrated sigh, gripping the steering wheel.
“Of course, this has to happen now,” I whispered to myself, staring out into the pitch-black forest surrounding me.
I tried the ignition again, hoping for a miracle, but I got a weak click. Nothing.
Great! Just great! No cell service.
I stepped out of the RV and looked around.
What now?
As panic started to creep in, headlights cut through the darkness. An old pickup truck slowly came into view. It pulled up beside me. An elderly man with a kind face was behind the wheel.
The man rolled down his window. A young woman was next to him.
“You alright there?” he called out, leaning slightly to get a better look at me.
“My RV just died,” I replied. “I’m stuck.”
The man nodded sympathetically.
“Well, that’s no good. I’m Oliver,” he said, giving me a small smile. “This is my daughter, Grace.”
“I’m Emma,” I introduced myself. “Thanks for stopping. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
Oliver glanced over at the RV and then back at me.
“Tell you what, we can tow you to the nearest station. It’s not too far, just about twenty miles up the road.”
I exhaled. “That would be amazing. Thank you so much.”
“No problem at all,” Oliver chuckled.
Within minutes, he had hooked my RV up to their truck, and we were on the move. I climbed into the backseat of the pickup, grateful to be moving again.
As soon as we hit the road, their conversation flowed easily. They teased each other, each word filled with warmth.
“You remember that time we got lost out here, right?” Oliver grinned, glancing at her.
Grace rolled her eyes. “How could I forget? You were convinced we didn’t need a map. We were lost for hours.”
Oliver chuckled. “We weren’t lost. I just took the scenic route.”
Watching them, I felt a twinge of envy. I had never had that kind of relationship with my mother. She loved me, but she was always preoccupied, her mind elsewhere.
And my father… I didn’t even know him. Their kind of connection was something foreign to me.
When we reached the station, the mechanic gave my RV a quick look and shook his head.
“It’ll take a few days to fix this.”
“A few days?” I echoed with disappointment.
My plans were suddenly on hold. Oliver saw the frustration on my face.
“You’re welcome to ride with us for a while if you like,” he offered kindly.
“We’re heading in the same direction. We’ll keep you company until the RV’s ready.”
It wasn’t just the convenience of a ride. It was the warmth they shared, something I hadn’t realized I needed until now. Of course, I agreed.
***
Later that night, we pulled into a small roadside motel. Just as Oliver was handing over the money to the clerk, something slipped from his wallet.
A photograph fluttered to the ground, catching my eye. I picked it up and froze.
“Who is this?” I asked, holding up the picture.
Oliver turned, his expression shifting from casual to uneasy. Before he could answer, Grace cut in.
“Oh, that’s the woman he can’t let go of,” she snapped. “Even after Mom died, he still carries her picture around like some kind of token.”
I glanced at Oliver, expecting him to say something, but he just sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“She was someone I loved a long time ago. We were living together in the town we’re heading to. But one day, she just… disappeared. I didn’t know what happened to her. I only recently found out she had passed away. I’m going back to honor her memory.”
My heart pounded as his words sank in. The woman in that photo was my Mom.
“That’s my mother,” I whispered.
Oliver’s eyes widened. Grace did the quick math in her head.
“Wait,” she said slowly, “does that mean… you might be his daughter?”
The words hung in the air. Oliver shook his head quickly.
“No, no, that’s not possible. If that’s true, it means your mother left me while she was pregnant. And I never knew.”
“She left you because you told her you were leaving for another woman,” I said, my voice shaking. “She kept a letter. You said goodbye.”
“What letter?”
I pulled out the worn piece of paper my mother had kept all those years and handed it to him. Grace leaned over Oliver’s shoulder, her face going pale as she read.
“That’s… that’s my mother’s handwriting,” Grace whispered. “We lived in that town too… Dad? Could it all happen at the same time?”
“Yes. I was friends with your mother back then, Grace. We were close, but nothing more.”
Grace’s eyes narrowed, realization dawning. “She must have done it to be with you. She knew what she was doing.” Oliver signed.
“Emma, your mother disappeared, I was lonely. And, and… Grace’s mother was always around. She helped me through it. Over time… we started dating.”
Suddenly, everything began to fall into place. Grace’s mother had torn them apart. I turned to her with anger.
“You had a father this whole time! I had no one! Your mother ruined their relationship, and you got everything while I was left with nothing!”
Grace’s face hardened.
“I didn’t know! Do you think this was my fault?”
The argument grew heated, both of us yelling. Years of resentment and grief spilled out.
“I can’t do this,” I finally said, backing away.
I couldn’t stay with them any longer, not after that. I took my suitcases and started walking down the road. I needed to reach the town to end that once and for all.
After a sleepless night of traveling in a stranger’s car, I met with the lawyer.
“The house your mother left you is only half yours,” he explained. “The other half belongs to Oliver.”
After everything I learned, that felt like one final twist of fate. I was ready to walk away from my share. But the lawyer stopped me.
“Why don’t you take a look at the house first?” he suggested.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I agreed. The house was small but cozy.
Memories seemed to fill the space. Mom’s sewing tools were neatly arranged, her old machine still in place. Piles of fabric were stacked in the corner, waiting to be transformed.
I found framed photographs of her and Oliver, both of them young and happy. They smiled back at me.
My mother, fiery and proud, had run away because of one forged letter. She had hidden the truth all those years. But Oliver… he hadn’t come after her. He moved on, married another woman, and gave another daughter the life I never had.
That thought weighed on me heavily as I heard a car pull up outside. Oliver and Grace entered the house quietly. We sat there all together in thick silence.
“We should scatter her ashes,” I finally whispered.
Together, we did. As I watched the ashes drift into the wind, something shifted inside me. The anger I had carried began to fade.
Grace softly embraced me. “I’m sorry. I think it’s time for me to head back to my family. It’s your turn to get to know our father.”
“Thanks, Grace,” I finally whispered.
She gave me a small smile. “I hope we can move past this.”
As she left, I looked at the fabrics and the sewing machine. It was time to follow my dreams to bring my designs to life. And with my father by my side, we had all the time we needed to become the family we never had.
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