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 Married a Single Mom with Two Daughters – A Week Later, the Girls Invited Me to Visit Their Dad in the Basement
When Jeff marries Claire, a single mom with two sweet daughters, life feels almost perfect — except for the eerie whispers about the basement. When the girls innocently ask him to “visit Dad,” Jeff discovers an unbelievable family secret.
Moving into Claire’s house after we were married felt like stepping into a carefully preserved memory. The wooden floors creaked with the weight of history, and the scent of vanilla candles lingered in the air.
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Sunlight poured through lace curtains, scattering patterns across the walls, while the hum of life filled every corner. The girls, Emma and Lily, buzzed around like hummingbirds, their laughter a constant melody, while Claire brought a sense of calm I hadn’t realized I’d been searching for.
It was the kind of house you wanted to call home. There was only one problem: the basement.
The door stood at the end of the hallway, painted the same eggshell white as the walls. It wasn’t overtly ominous — just a door. Yet something about it pulled at my attention.
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Maybe it was the way the girls whispered and glanced at it when they thought no one was looking. Or the way their giggles hushed whenever they caught me watching them.
But even though it was obvious to me, Claire didn’t seem to notice… or maybe she pretended not to.
“Jeff, can you grab the plates?” Claire’s voice called me back to reality. Dinner was macaroni and cheese — Emma and Lily’s favorite.
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Emma, eight years old but already showing signs of her mom’s determination, followed me into the kitchen and studied me with unnerving focus. Her brown eyes, so much like Claire’s, flickered with curiosity.
“Do you ever wonder what’s in the basement?” she asked suddenly.
I nearly dropped the plates.
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“What’s that?” I asked, trying to play it cool.
“The basement,” she hissed. “Don’t you wonder what’s down there?”
“The washing machine? Some boxes and old furniture?” I chuckled, but my laugh came out weak. “Or maybe there are monsters down there? Or treasure?”
Emma just smiled and walked back into the dining room.
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In the dining room, Lily, only six but mischievous beyond her years, dissolved into giggles.
The next day, I was giving the girls their breakfast when Lily dropped her spoon. Her eyes went wide and she leaped off her chair to fetch it.
“Daddy hates loud noises,” she said in a sing-song.
I froze.
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Claire had never said much about Lily and Emma’s father. They were happily married at one point, but now he was “gone.” She’d never clarified if he was deceased or just living out his life somewhere else and I hadn’t pushed her.
I was beginning to think maybe I should’ve insisted she tell me what had happened to him.
A few days later, Lily was coloring at the breakfast table. The box of crayons and pencils was a chaotic rainbow spread across the table, but her focus was absolute. I leaned over to see what she was working on.
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“Is that us?” I asked, pointing to the stick figures she’d drawn.
Lily nodded without looking up. “That’s me and Emma. That’s Mommy. And that’s you.” She held up a crayon, considering its shade, before picking another for the final figure.
“And who’s that?” I asked, gesturing to the last figure standing slightly apart.
“That’s Daddy,” she said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
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My heart skipped. Before I could ask anything else, Lily drew a gray square around the figure.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“It’s our basement,” she said, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever.
Then, with the unshakable confidence of a six-year-old, she hopped off her chair and skipped away, leaving me staring at the drawing.
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By the end of the week, curiosity had become a gnawing thing. That night, as Claire and I sat on the couch with glasses of wine, I decided to bring it up.
“Claire,” I began carefully. “Can I ask you something about… the basement?”
She stilled, her wine glass poised mid-air. “The basement?”
“It’s just… the girls keep mentioning it. And Lily drew this picture with — well, it doesn’t matter. I guess I’m just curious.”
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Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Jeff, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a basement. Old, damp, and probably full of spiders. Trust me, you don’t want to go down there.”
Her voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed her. She wasn’t just dismissing the topic; she was burying it.
“And their dad?” I pressed gently. “Sometimes they talk about him like he’s still… living here.”
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Claire exhaled, setting her glass down. “He passed two years ago. It was sudden, an illness. The girls were devastated. I’ve tried to protect them as much as I can, but kids process grief in their ways.”
There was a crack in her voice, a hesitation that hung heavy in the air. I didn’t push further, but the unease clung to me like a shadow.
It all came to a head the following week.
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Claire was at work, and both girls were home, sick with the sniffles and mild fevers. I’d been juggling juice boxes, crackers, and episodes of their favorite cartoon when Emma wandered into the room, her face unusually serious.
“Do you want to visit Daddy?” she asked, her voice steady in a way that made my chest tighten.
I froze. “What do you mean?”
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Lily appeared behind her, clutching a stuffed rabbit.
“Mommy keeps him in the basement,” she said, as casually as if she were talking about the weather.
My stomach dropped. “Girls, that’s not funny.”
“It’s not a joke,” Emma said firmly. “Daddy stays in the basement. We can show you.”
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Against every rational instinct, I followed them.
The air grew colder as we descended the creaky wooden steps, the dim bulb casting eerie, flickering shadows. The musty smell of mildew filled my nose, and the walls felt oppressively close.
I paused on the bottom step and peered into the darkness, scanning for anything that could explain why the girls believed their father was living down here.
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“Over here,” Emma said, taking my hand and leading me toward a small table in the corner.
The table was decorated with colorful drawings, toys, and a few wilted flowers. At its center sat an urn, simple and unassuming. My heart skipped a beat.
“See, here’s Daddy.” Emma smiled up at me as she pointed to the urn.
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“Hi, Daddy!” Lily chirped, patting the urn like it was a pet. She then turned to look at me. “We visit him down here so he doesn’t feel lonely.”
Emma placed a hand on my arm, her voice soft. “Do you think he misses us?”
My throat closed, the weight of their innocence bringing me to my knees. I pulled them both into a hug.
“Your daddy… he can’t miss you because he’s always with you,” I whispered. “In your hearts. In your memories. You’ve made a beautiful place for him here.”
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When Claire came home that evening, I told her everything. Her face crumpled as she listened, tears spilling over.
“I didn’t know,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “I thought putting him down there would give us space to move on. I didn’t realize they… oh my God. My poor girls.”
“You did nothing wrong. They just… they still need to feel close to him,” I said gently. “In their way.”
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We sat in silence, the weight of the past pressing down on us. Finally, Claire straightened, wiping her eyes.
“We’ll move him,” she said. “Somewhere better. That way Emma and Lily can mourn him without having to go down into that musty basement.”
The next day, we set up a new table in the living room. The urn took its place among family photos, surrounded by the girls’ drawings.
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That evening, Claire gathered Emma and Lily to explain.
“Your dad isn’t in that urn,” she told them softly. “Not really. He’s in the stories we tell and the love we share. That’s how we keep him close.”
Emma nodded solemnly, while Lily clutched her stuffed bunny.
“Can we still say hi to him?” she asked.
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“Of course,” Claire said, her voice breaking just a little. “And you can still draw pictures for him. That’s why we’ve brought his urn up here and made a special place for it.”
Lily smiled. “Thank you, Mommy. I think Daddy will be happier up here with us.”
We started a new tradition that Sunday. As the sun set, we lit a candle by the urn and sat together. The girls shared their drawings and memories and Claire told stories about their dad — his laugh, his love for music, the way he used to dance with them in the kitchen.
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As I watched them, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I wasn’t there to replace him, I realized. My role was to add to the love already holding this family together.
And I was honored to be part of it.
Here’s another story: When a new family moved in next door, the eerie resemblance between their daughter and my own sent me spiraling into suspicion. Could my husband be hiding an affair? I had to confront him, but the truth turned out to be far darker than I imagined.
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.
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