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.
It wasn’t until May 2015 that Anderson and Benjamin disclosed their relationship. The CNN news presenter posted a picture of him and Benjamin on Instagram at the time, writing:
“I suppose you start to pose the same when you’re with someone for a long time.”
Following that, Anderson began to share more details about his connection. So much so that he and his boyfriend co-starred in an Architectural Digest edition in August of 2016.
The couple was displaying their remote co-owned house in a region of Brazil at the time. Benjamin discussed the attention his relationship with Anderson was receiving in 2014 when he spoke with French Morning.
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.
Little Girl Stopped Me on the Street and Said, ‘Your Picture Is in My Mom’s Wallet!’ – When I Saw Her Mom, I Was Speechless
While jogging through a quaint seaside town, I was stopped by an insistent little girl who claimed, “Your picture is in my mom’s wallet!” Curious and uneasy, I followed her to a charming house. When her mother appeared, I was shocked speechless!
The ocean breeze hit differently here, away from the urgency I was used to back in Silicon Valley.
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I’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe without checking my phone every few seconds. My sister had practically pushed me onto the plane, insisting I needed this break from running my tech empire.
She’d insisted the beautiful beaches, great surfing, and lack of crowds made it the perfect place to relax. Looking back now, I wonder if she knew what she was setting in motion.
I’d been in this small coastal town for three days, and while its charm was undeniable — all weathered boardwalks and salt-sprayed storefronts — I felt like a fish out of water.
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The locals moved at their peaceful rhythm, while I still vibrated with the energy of quarterly reports and board meetings. Even my temporary rental cottage, with its shabby-chic furniture and views of the sunset, felt like someone else’s life I was trying on for size.
That morning, I decided to burn off some of this restless energy with a run through the quiet streets.
The fog was just lifting, and the early sun painted everything in soft gold. My expensive running shoes felt out of place on these worn sidewalks, just like I did.
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A few early risers nodded hello as they walked their dogs or opened their shops. Their easy smiles made me realize how long it had been since I’d exchanged simple pleasantries with strangers.
“Mister, wait! Mister! I know you!”
I froze mid-stride, my heart suddenly racing faster than my run had caused. A little girl, maybe eight years old, was running toward me, her wild curls bouncing with each step.
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Before I could process what was happening, her small hand grabbed mine.
“Mister, come with me! To my mom! Come on!”
I gently but firmly pulled my hand away, alarm bells ringing in my head. “Wait, little one. What’s your name? And how do you know me?”
She looked up at me with eyes so earnest it almost hurt. “My name’s Miranda! Your picture is in my mom’s wallet! I see it all the time!”
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Her words hit me like a physical blow. My picture? In her mom’s wallet? I took a step back, my mind racing through possibilities.
“Miranda, that’s… that’s impossible. I don’t know anyone here.”
“Yes, you do! You know my mom!”
She reached for my hand again, but I kept it safely at my side. The morning sun caught her features just right, and something about her profile tugged at my memory, but I couldn’t place it.
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“Listen, I can’t just follow a child I don’t know. Who’s your mom? And why would she have my picture?”
“Julia! My mom’s name is Julia!” She bounced on her toes, practically vibrating with excitement. “She looks at your picture sometimes when she thinks I’m not watching. She gets all quiet after.”
Julia? I searched my memory, but the name only brought up vague recollections of business meetings and casual introductions. Nothing significant enough to warrant having my photo in anyone’s wallet.
Yet something about this child’s certainty made me hesitate to just walk away.
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“Come on, come on!” Miranda tried to grab my hand again, but I shook my head.
“I’ll walk with you, but no hand-holding, okay? I don’t want anyone thinking I’m up to no good.”
She nodded, accepting this compromise, and skipped ahead of me, looking back every few steps to ensure I was following.
We walked down a street lined with mature oak trees, their branches creating dappled shadows on the sidewalk. Finally, we reached a modest house with white shutters and a garden full of bright flowers.
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Miranda bounded up the steps and threw open the door, disappearing inside.
“Mom! Mom! He’s here! He’s here! The man from your wallet! He’s here!”
I stood awkwardly in the hallway, wondering if I should leave before this got even more bizarre. But then Miranda reappeared, practically dragging a woman behind her.
The woman froze when she saw me. Her hand flew to her mouth, and tears immediately welled in her eyes.
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I didn’t recognize her at first, not until she lowered her hand, and eight years of buried memories came crashing back.
“What? How is this possible?” I whispered. “Meredith? Is that you?”
“Nobody’s called me that in years,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
The world tilted on its axis as I looked between her and Miranda.
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The same wild curls, the same determined set to their jaws. My throat went dry as understanding began to dawn.
“You left, remember?” Julia’s words came out sharp and bitter. “That day at the café. You told me you didn’t want to be with someone who only cared about your money.”
The memory hit me like a punch to the gut. My sister had shown me documents — fabricated documents, I now realized — claiming Julia had a history of pursuing wealthy men, and that she had debts she was trying to pay off.
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I had believed it all without question, too caught up in my fears of being used to see what was right in front of me.
“You never even let me speak,” Julia continued, tears streaming down her face. “You accused me of chasing after rich men and told me your sister showed you documents detailing my debts. I never had any debts.”
She paused then and looked down at Miranda, her voice softening. “I knew that if I told you about the baby, it would only confirm your sister’s lies about me. And I couldn’t do that because I truly loved you. And… I have my pride.”
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Miranda stood between us, her small hand clutching her mother’s, looking confused by the tension she’d created. My daughter!
The thought hit me with such force that I had to lean against the wall for support. All these years of building my company, of chasing success, and I’d had a child I didn’t even know about.
“Why ‘Julia’?” I managed to ask, trying to make sense of anything in this moment. “Why did you go by Meredith back then?”
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“Meredith was my middle name. I used it that year because I’d just lost my grandmother. She was also called Meredith. I thought you knew that. But I guess there were a lot of things you didn’t know about me. You were always so busy…”
Everything clicked into place with devastating clarity. My sister’s manipulation, her pushing me to date her best friend after Meredith and I broke up, the convenient “evidence” of Julia’s gold-digging ways.
I’d been such a fool, so wrapped up in my ambitions and fears that I’d missed what really mattered.
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“I was wrong,” I said, my voice cracking. “About everything. I believed lies, and I let them ruin us. But now… now I want to make it right.”
Julia’s laugh was hollow. “How do you make up for eight years? For a child growing up without a father? For all the school plays and violin recitals and birthday parties you missed?”
“I can’t,” I admitted, feeling the weight of every missed moment. “But I can be here from this moment forward, if you’ll let me. For Miranda. For both of you.”
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Miranda’s eyes lit up at this, but Julia’s expression remained guarded.
“Words are easy,” she said. “Especially for a man who makes his living selling dreams to investors.”
“Then let me prove it with actions,” I insisted. “I’ll move here. Take a step back from the company. Whatever it takes. I’ve spent so long building something I thought was important, but standing here now, I realize I was building the wrong thing all along.”
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“Daddy?” Miranda’s voice was small but hopeful, and it shattered what was left of my heart. That one word held so much: all the years I’d missed, all the possibilities ahead.
Julia’s shoulders slumped slightly. “We can try,” she said finally. “But slowly. And at the first sign that you’re going to disappear again…”
“I won’t,” I promised. “I’ve spent eight years chasing success, thinking it would fill this empty space inside me. But standing here, looking at both of you… I finally understand what matters.”
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Miranda launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist. After a moment’s hesitation, I hugged her back.
Julia’s expression was still cautious, but there was something else there too — a tiny spark of hope that matched the one growing in my own heart.
The morning sun had burned away the last of the fog, and the sea breeze carried the sound of distant waves and seabirds. Through the open door, I could hear wind chimes singing their gentle song.
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My sister had been right about one thing — I had needed this break from my normal life. But instead of just finding rest, I’d found something I hadn’t even known I was missing: a chance to reclaim the family I’d almost lost forever.
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