Brad Pitt was arguably the most eligible bachelor on the planet at one point in time. But not any longer.
His relationship with Ines de Ramon has long been known to fans; the two are rumored to have arranged a low-key week to commemorate his milestone 60th birthday.
After ringing in his sixth decade on Monday, Pitt wasn’t inclined to go crazy with the festivities, according to PEOPLE. The fact that he desired to spend time with De Ramon speaks volumes about his dedication to her.
Actor Paul Wesley’s ex-wife De Ramon is reportedly described as “Brad’s first proper relationship since the divorce” from Angelina Jolie by a source who talked with PEOPLE last month.
In fact, it’s reported that the Troy actor began referring to the thirty-two-year-old as his girlfriend.
According to a PEOPLE insider, “He introduces [Ines] as his girlfriend.””Seeing him in a happy place is wonderful. Ines brings him much joy.
Pitt’s journey back to happiness hasn’t been easy; his turbulent divorce from Angelina Jolie left scars that don’t seem to be completely healed.
“You show no regard or compassion for your four youngest children, who shudder in terror when they are around you.
“Because you are incapable of understanding the harm you have caused to my family, you will never be able to comprehend it.
“You have turned those closest to me into a never-ending hell,” the teenager went on.”You can tell the world and yourself anything you want, but eventually the truth will surface.”
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My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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