Pop icon Madonna is back in the spotlight, this time for her romance with 28-year-old Akeem Morris. Their public display of affection in Portofino, Italy, has caused quite a stir online.
At 65, Madonna is not only known for her music but also for her bold lifestyle choices, and her latest relationship is making waves. Fans and critics alike are talking about the couple’s chemistry and their public outing.
A fan comment posted on August 14, 2024, by user @Husker_Ju on X stated, “The 65-year-old icon was spotted in Portofino, Italy, hand-in-hand with her much younger beau, Akeem Morris. At 28, Morris is a striking 37 years Madonna’s junior. Still, that age gap seems to be no obstacle to their affection.”
Madonna and Akeem Morris were spotted on August 13, 2024, in Portofino, Italy, as they strolled through the scenic streets. The picturesque setting served as a perfect backdrop for their romantic outing. Madonna looked every bit the glamorous superstar, wearing a stunning black gown that showcased her classic elegance with a modern twist. | Source: Getty Images
A photo of Madonna and Akeem Morris sightseeing in Italy, posted on August 13, 2024, by Instagram account @justjared, shows the pop icon in a stunning thigh-length dress with a dramatic lace overlay, perfectly highlighting her timeless beauty. Madonna completed the look with sparkling layers of necklaces and an array of bracelets, adding a glamorous touch to the ensemble.
Madonna and Akeem Morris were spotted on August 13, 2024, in Portofino, Italy. | Source: Getty Images. The “Hang Up” singer looked stunning with her blonde hair styled in soft waves cascading over her shoulders. She completed her chic look with black lace gloves, sunglasses, and slip-on sandals, once again showing her timeless and impeccable sense of style.
Madonna and Akeem Morris were spotted out and about on August 13, 2024, in Portofino, Italy. | Source: Getty Images. As they strolled through the streets, Madonna held tightly onto Akeem’s forearm, showing their strong connection. At one point, the pop icon was seen shielding herself from the sun with a white umbrella, adding a touch of elegance to their outing.
Madonna and Akeem Morris were spotted out and about on August 13, 2024, in Portofino, Italy. | Source: Getty Images. Morris opted for a casual yet stylish look, wearing a beige collared knitted top paired with cream and black shorts. He completed the outfit with sunglasses, giving him a relaxed, chic vibe as they enjoyed their outing together.
The pair’s Italian getaway comes just before Madonna’s 66th birthday on August 16, adding a festive and romantic touch to their holiday. However, their public outing and display of affection have sparked a lively debate on social media, with fans and critics weighing in on their relationship and the 37-year age gap.
Madonna was seen out and about on August 13, 2024, in Portofino, Italy. | Source: Getty Images. Opinions about her relationship are split, with some questioning her choices. One user commented, “Madonna keeps going from man to man. Revolving door style. Why can’t she just be content alone?” Another quipped, “Who does she think she is? Leo DiCaprio?”
The comparison to actor Leonardo DiCaprio, known for dating younger partners, hasn’t sat well with everyone. On the other hand, many fans are defending Madonna’s right to seek happiness on her own terms. One commenter noted that similar age gaps are common with other celebrities, questioning why Madonna’s relationship is being singled out.
Father Got Mad When Mom Painted Instead of Doing Chores – What I Saw in Her House after the Divorce Made Me Gasp
My Dad always hated my Mom’s painting obsession, believing she was only fit to cook and clean. After their divorce, I stepped into her new home and discovered something that took my breath away.
I never thought I’d be grateful for my parents’ divorce, but life has a way of surprising you. I’m Iva, 25 years old. What I found in my Mom’s new home after the split completely changed my perspective on what true love really looks like and it made me cry…
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Growing up, our house was filled with the smell of oil paints and the sweet scent of turpentine. My Mom, Florence, would always create something beautiful.
But for my Dad, Benjamin, it was just noise and mess.
“Florence! When are you gonna be done with that damn painting?” Dad’s voice would boom from the kitchen. “This place is a pigsty, and dinner’s not even started!”
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Mom’s shoulders would tense, but her brush wouldn’t stop moving. “Just a few more minutes, Ben. I’m almost finished with this section.”
Dad would stomp into her workspace, his face red. “You and your silly hobby! When are you gonna grow up and act like a REAL WIFE?”
I’d watch from the doorway, my heart pounding. Mom’s eyes would meet mine, filled with a sadness I couldn’t comprehend as a ten-year-old.
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“Iva, honey, why don’t you go set the table?” she’d say softly.
I’d nod and scurry away, the sound of their argument following me down the hall.
Years passed, and the arguments only got worse. When I was fourteen, they finally called it quits. Dad got custody, and I only saw Mom on weekends.
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The first time I visited her new apartment, my heart sank. It was tiny, with barely enough room for a bed and a small easel in the corner.
“Oh, sweetie, don’t look so sad,” Mom said, pulling me into a hug. “This place may be small, but it’s full of possibilities.”
I tried to smile, but it felt forced. “Do you miss us, Mom?”
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Her eyes glistened. “Every day, Iva. But sometimes, we have to make hard choices to find happiness.”
As I left that day, I heard her humming as she unpacked her paints. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in years.
“I’ll see you next weekend, okay?” Mom called out as I reached the door.
I turned back, forcing a smile. “Yeah, Mom. Next weekend.”
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Dad wasted no time moving on. His new wife, Karen, was everything he wanted Mom to be — organized, practical, and completely unartistic.
“See, Iva? This is how a real household should run,” Dad said one evening, gesturing around the spotless kitchen.
I nodded absently, my eyes drawn to the near-bare walls where Mom’s paintings used to hang. “It’s… nice, Dad.”
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Karen beamed. “I’ve been teaching Iva some great cleaning tips, haven’t I, dear?”
I forced a smile, thinking of the weekends spent with Mom, hands covered in paint, creating worlds on canvas. “Yeah, it’s… really useful. Thanks, Karen.”
Dad clapped his hands together. “That’s my girl. Now, who wants to watch some TV?”
As we settled in the living room, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for the messy, colorful evenings of my childhood.
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The years rolled by, and I grew used to the new normal. Weekdays with Dad and Karen in their immaculate house and weekends with Mom in her cramped apartment. But something was always missing.
One Friday evening, as I was packing for my weekend visit, Dad knocked on my door.
“Iva, honey, can we talk?”
I looked up, surprised. “Sure, Dad. What’s up?”
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He sat on the edge of my bed, looking uncomfortable. “Your Mom called. She… she’s getting married again.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Married? To who?”
“Some guy named John. They’ve been dating for a while, apparently.”
I sat down hard, my mind reeling. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
Dad shrugged. “You know your mother. Always living in her own little world.”
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I bristled at his tone but said nothing. As he left the room, I stared at my half-packed bag, wondering what this would mean for our weekends together.
Fast forward to last weekend. I hadn’t seen Mom in months, busy with college and work. But now, here I was, pulling up to her new house, my stomach churning with nerves.
What if this John guy was just another version of Dad?
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Mom greeted me at the door, practically glowing. “Iva! Oh, I’ve missed you!” She hugged me tight, smelling of lavender and linseed oil, a scent that instantly brought me back to childhood.
John appeared behind her, a warm smile on his face. “So this is the famous Iva! Your Mom’s told me so much about you.”
We chatted for a while, and I couldn’t help but notice how Mom seemed to stand taller and laugh easier. There was a spark in her eyes I hadn’t seen in years.
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“How’s college going?” Mom asked, pouring me a cup of tea.
“It’s good. Busy, but good,” I replied, watching her closely. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me about John earlier?”
She looked down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Oh, honey. I wanted to, but… I guess I was scared.”
“Scared? Of what?”
“That you wouldn’t approve. That you’d think I was replacing your father.”
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I reached out and took her hand. “Mom, all I want is for you to be happy.”
She squeezed my hand, her eyes shining. “I am, Iva. I really am.”
“Iva,” John said suddenly, “there’s something I’d like to show you. Follow me.”
Curious, I followed John down a hallway. He stopped at a closed door, his hand on the knob. “Your Mom’s been working on something special,” he said, grinning. “Ready?”
He swung the door open, and as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped.
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The room was a gallery. Mom’s gallery.
Her paintings covered every wall, beautifully framed and lit. Easels displayed works in progress, and there were even a few sculptures of porcelain dolls scattered around.
“John converted this room for me,” Mom said softly from behind me. “He calls it my ‘creativity hub’.”
I turned to her, speechless. She looked… radiant.
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John wrapped an arm around her waist. “I organize shows here sometimes. Invite friends, family, and local art lovers. Florence’s work deserves to be seen.”
Mom blushed. “John even set up a website to sell my paintings. He handles all the business stuff so I can focus on painting and sculpting.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. “Mom, this is… amazing.”
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“Your Mom’s talent is extraordinary,” John said, his voice full of pride. “I just wanted to give her a space where she could really shine.”
I walked around the room, taking in each piece. There were landscapes I recognized from our old neighborhood, portraits of people I’d never met, and abstract pieces that seemed to pulse with emotion.
“Do you remember this one?” Mom asked, pointing to a small canvas in the corner.
Close-up display of paintings and assorted artwork | Source: Pexels
I leaned in, my breath catching. It was a painting of me as a little girl, sitting at our old kitchen table, coloring. The details were perfect — my messy pigtails, the crayon smudges on my cheeks, the look of intense concentration on my face.
“You painted this?” I whispered.
Mom nodded. “It’s one of my favorites. I painted it right after… well, after the divorce. It reminded me of happier times.”
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I hugged her then and there, overcome with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, Mom.”
As we stood there, surrounded by my Mom’s art, memories flooded back. Dad’s angry voice, Mom’s quiet sighs, the tension that had filled our house for so long.
And now, this. A room filled with light and color… and love.
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“You know,” John said, his voice gentle, “when I first met your Mom, she was so hesitant to show me her work. Can you believe that?”
Mom laughed softly. “I was scared you’d think it was silly.”
“Silly?” John looked at her like she’d hung the moon. “Flo, your art is what made me fall in love with you. It’s a part of who you are.”
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I watched them, the way they looked at each other, the easy affection between them. This was what love was supposed to look like.
“I’m so happy for you, Mom,” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.
Mom pulled me into a hug, her arms strong and sure. “Oh, sweetie. I’m happy too. Happier than I’ve been in a long, long time.”
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As we stood there, surrounded by canvases bursting with color and life, I realized something profound. Mom’s art, once stifled and undervalued, was now flourishing, and so was she. And I knew, without a doubt, that she had found her true love.
“So,” John said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s hungry? I was thinking we could grill out on the patio.”
Mom’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that sounds wonderful! Iva, will you stay for dinner?”
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I looked at them both, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I’d love to,” I said, smiling. “I’d really love to.”
As we walked out of the gallery, I took one last look around. The room was more than just a showcase for Mom’s talent. It was a testament to the power of love… real love… to nurture and uplift.
And as I followed Mom and John to the kitchen, laughing at some joke he’d made, I felt truly at home for the first time in years.
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