Growing up as a gay child, CNN anchor Anderson Cooper thought he would never be able to have his own children

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.

Anderson Cooper on an episode of "Watch What Happens Live" on November 30, 2016. | Source: Getty Images

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.

Anderson Cooper and Benjamin Maisani at the Windward School Benefit on March 10, 2018, in New York City. | Source: Getty Images

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 Wasn’t Able to Contact My Wife for Weeks — Then My Father-in-Law Called and Said, ‘I Think You Need to Know the Truth’

For nearly two decades, I thought my marriage was unshakable — until one morning, my wife vanished, leaving only a cryptic note. Weeks later, a single phone call revealed a betrayal so deep it changed everything.

I never thought of myself as the kind of man who’d end up abandoned. Not me. Not Adam, a 43-year-old husband, father of three, and steady provider. My life wasn’t perfect, but it was predictable and solid.

For nineteen years, my wife, Sandy, and I built something real together: a home, a family, a life that felt like it could withstand anything.

And then, one morning, she was just… gone.

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A thoughtful woman standing on the front porch of her house | Source: Midjourney

It started like any other day. I woke up groggy, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I reached for Sandy’s side of the bed. Empty. That wasn’t too unusual; she was an early riser, always up before me, usually making breakfast or lost in one of her endless projects.

But when I stumbled into the kitchen, there was no fresh coffee, no sizzling bacon, no scribbled note about running errands. Just silence.

That’s when I saw it.

A single piece of paper, folded neatly on the counter.

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A closeup shot of a woman writing in a notebook | Source: Pexels

I frowned, picked it up, and my stomach clenched the moment I read the words.

“Don’t call me. Don’t go to the police. Just accept it.”

I read it twice. Then again. The words blurred together. My hands felt numb.

What the hell was this? A prank? Some kind of cruel joke?

“Sandy?” I called out, my voice too loud in the still house. No answer.

I checked the bedroom again; her closet was half-empty with drawers yanked open as if she’d packed in a hurry.

That’s when panic sank its claws into me.

A panicked man in his room | Source: Midjourney

A panicked man in his room | Source: Midjourney

I grabbed my phone and called her. Straight to voicemail. Called again. Same thing.

I texted her: “Sandy, what is this? Where are you? Please, call me.”

Nothing.

Within the hour, I was calling everyone — her friends, her coworkers. No one had seen or heard from her. Then I called her parents.

Bernard, my father-in-law, answered. His voice was careful, too careful.

“Adam, son, maybe she just needed space,” he said, like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

A senior man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A senior man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Space?” I repeated. “Bernard, she left a note saying not to call her. That I should just ‘accept it.’ That’s not ‘needing space’—that’s running away.”

A long pause. Then a sigh. “Just… give it some time.”

That’s when I knew he was holding something back.

But what choice did I have? The police refused to help, claiming she was an adult who had left willingly. “No signs of foul play,” they said. “This happens more often than you’d think.”

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A photo showing two police officers outside a house | Source: Pexels

Days turned into a week. Then two.

The kids were wrecked.

Seth, my fifteen-year-old, shut down completely; silent, brooding, locking himself in his room for hours. Sarah, sixteen, was angry. At Sandy, at me, at the universe. “She just left?” she’d yell. “Did she even think about us?”

And Alice… God, Alice. Ten years old, still waiting by the front door some nights, hoping her mom would walk through.

“Maybe Mom’s lost,” she whispered one evening as I tucked her in. “Maybe she needs help.”

I forced a smile. “Maybe, sweetheart.”

A man forces a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A man forces a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

But I didn’t believe it.

I barely slept and spent hours staring at my phone, willing it to ring. And then, one night, three weeks after she disappeared, it finally did.

Not from Sandy.

From Bernard.

It wasn’t a normal call. It was a Facebook video call, something he never did. That alone sent my nerves into overdrive.

I answered immediately. His face filled the screen, lit only by a dim lamp. He looked… haunted.

“Bernard?” I said, heart pounding. “What’s going on?”

He hesitated, rubbed a hand over his face. “Adam… I think you need to know the truth.”

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A sad and worried senior man looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney

I froze. “What truth?”

“It’s about Sandy.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “But before I tell you, you have to promise me something.”

“What?” My pulse roared in my ears. “Bernard, where is she? Is she safe?”

“Promise me first,” he said, his expression unreadable. “Don’t tell Sandy I told you this. She made us swear, but I—” He exhaled shakily. “I couldn’t keep this from you.”

I hesitated. My throat felt tight, like my body already knew the truth before my mind could process it.

“I promise,” I finally said.

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A man looks a bit confused yet worried while looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney

Bernard exhaled slowly as if the weight of this secret had been crushing him for weeks. His voice wavered.

“She’s in France,” he said. “With him.”

I frowned. “Him?” The word felt foreign in my mouth. Then, before he could even answer, the realization hit me like a freight train.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t mean —”

“Her first love, Jeremy,” Bernard confirmed. “The one from high school. The one she only left behind because he moved to Europe.” His voice was bitter, edged with something I couldn’t quite place. “She told us she’d dreamed of this moment for years.”

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A closeup shot of a man and woman holding hands | Source: Pexels

My stomach twisted so violently that I thought I might be sick.

I gripped the phone tighter. “You’re telling me she — planned this?”

Bernard hesitated before answering, his voice strained. “Yes.”

I sat down hard, the air sucked out of my lungs.

“She said she’d be back in six months,” he continued. “She made us swear not to tell you. But I — I just couldn’t keep quiet anymore. You and the kids deserve better than this.”

My hands curled into fists. “She abandoned us.” The words came out hollow, like I couldn’t believe them even as I said them.

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A man struggling with hurt and anger | Source: Midjourney

Bernard let out a shaky breath. “I raised her better than this,” he murmured. “Or at least, I thought I did. But she left you. She left her own children. And for what? A fling? A fantasy from when she was seventeen?”

His disgust was palpable. I knew he was struggling with this as much as I was.

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A senior man looks hurt and disappointed | Source: Midjourney

He went on, his voice thick with emotion. “At first, I kept her secret because I thought maybe she just needed time. That maybe she’d come to her senses. But when I spoke to her last, she wasn’t talking like someone who regretted her choices. She sounded… happy. Free. As if none of you even existed.”

The words settled over me like a suffocating weight.

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A man covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels

Bernard sighed. “But it’s not just my shame I can’t bear — it’s what she’s done to you, to her children. I won’t let them suffer because of her selfishness. You need to protect them, Adam. And for that, you need to know the truth.”

I pressed my fingers against my temple. My brain felt foggy, my thoughts scattered.

“Do you have proof?” I finally asked.

Silence stretched between us. Then, I saw a new message pop up.

Bernard had sent me a voice recording.

I hesitated, then pressed play.

Sandy’s voice filled the room. Light. Excited.

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A woman smiles while looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“I feel alive for the first time in years,” she said, practically breathless. “Maybe I’ll stay longer. Maybe another few months. He makes me so happy, Dad. You have to understand.”

My jaw tightened so hard it hurt.

“Understand?” I muttered to myself.

I felt sick. Physically sick.

The woman I had spent almost two decades loving, the mother of my children, had left us for this.

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A heartbroken and devastated man | Source: Midjourney

That night, I didn’t sleep. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the cold, empty space where Sandy used to sit, where she used to sip her coffee in the mornings, where she used to laugh at my terrible jokes.

It was over. All of it.

The next morning, I contacted a lawyer.

I prepared divorce papers.

If she wanted her fresh start, I’d give it to her.

And then — eight months later — she returned.

It happened on a Sunday.

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A smiling woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

I had just come home from grocery shopping when I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I didn’t think much of it at first until the knock on the door came.

I opened it, and there she was.

Sandy.

She looked different. Not in a dramatic way, but just… less. Her usual confident posture was gone, replaced with something hesitant, almost fragile.

“Adam,” she breathed, her eyes glassy. “I’m home.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Are you?”

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An upset man leans against the doorframe of the front door of his house | Source: Midjourney

Her lips trembled. “Please, can we talk?”

I didn’t invite her in. Instead, I stepped outside and closed the door behind me.

The kids were out with their grandparents; I wasn’t about to let them be blindsided by this.

“Talk,” I said flatly.

Her eyes darted to the ground. “It was a mistake,” she whispered. “I left him.”

I didn’t react.

She swallowed hard. “Please, Adam, let’s fix this.”

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Fix what?”

She flinched. “Us. Our family. I — I thought you’d wait for me.”

A sad and surprised woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

A sad and surprised woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

I stared at her, stunned by the sheer audacity of that statement.

“Wait for you?” I repeated. “You planned your escape. You told your father you felt ‘alive’ for the first time in years. You chose this, Sandy. And now that your fantasy crashed and burned, you want to come back?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I was confused. I — I made a mistake.”

I shook my head. “No. You made a choice. A conscious, selfish choice. You put your happiness above everything else. Above me. Above your own children.

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An angry man screaming at someone | Source: Midjourney

A tear slid down her cheek. “Adam, please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but —”

“You didn’t just hurt me,” I cut in. “You destroyed our kids. Seth barely speaks anymore. Sarah doesn’t trust anyone. Alice still waits by the window some nights, thinking you’ll come home. You did that, Sandy. And now you want to waltz back in like none of it happened?”

She sobbed openly now. “I love you. I love them. I just — I lost my way.”

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A woman sobs while standing in front of her husband | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled slowly, looking at the woman I once knew and realizing she wasn’t the same person anymore.

And neither was I.

“You lost everything,” I told her.

She blinked, her breath hitching.

I stepped back, reached into my pocket, and pulled out an envelope.

Divorce papers.

She looked down at them, her face crumbling. “No,” she whispered. “Adam, please —”

I shook my head. “You made your choice, Sandy. Now I’m making mine.”

I turned and walked back inside, locking the door behind me.

She was alone.

Just like she had left us.

And I didn’t look back.

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A gloomy man sitting alone in his room | Source: Midjourney

Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done in my place?

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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