Dave Grohl, the lead singer of Foo Fighters, has been in the news recently for a big scandal involving his personal life. This news has not only shocked his fans but also affected his family. To escape the intense attention from the media, Grohl’s daughters have chosen to stay away from social media.
Dave Grohl is famous for his energetic performances and big personality. But this recent news about his personal life has caught everyone off guard.
On September 10, Dave Grohl shared on Instagram that he had recently become the father of a new baby girl. However, this baby was not with his wife, Jordyn Blum.
Grohl admitted that he is facing a tough situation and is working hard to rebuild trust with his family. He expressed his love for his wife and children and said he is doing everything he can to earn their forgiveness.
The news about Dave Grohl’s new baby has had a big impact on his family. His two daughters, Violet, 18, and Harper, 15, have chosen to deactivate their Instagram accounts. They may be stepping back from social media to avoid the intense attention and scrutiny.
Violet had a large following with 225,000 fans under the username “viioletgrohl,” while Harper had over 40,000 followers as “harpergrohll.” As of now, both of their accounts are no longer active.
After Dave Grohl’s announcement about his new baby, fans trying to visit Violet and Harper’s Instagram profiles now see a message saying “page not found.” Violet’s account reportedly went blank just an hour after the announcement, but it’s not clear when Harper’s account was deactivated.
Many fans have taken to social media to voice their disappointment. One user expressed their feelings, saying, “This is really disappointing. I know people aren’t perfect and make mistakes, but it’s just another example of how few people take marriage vows seriously.”
Another commenter criticized the impact of Grohl’s actions on his family, saying, “Now a family is torn apart because of it. No matter what you say, kids are never the same after this.”
Other people were shocked by Grohl’s decision. One user asked, “Imagine a man who has it all – money, fame, a house, a family, and a beautiful wife – and he still betrays her in the worst way.”
Users continued to express their frustration, arguing that Grohl’s claim of love for his wife didn’t match his actions. They pointed out that Grohl’s statement about loving his wife while cheating on her seemed contradictory and insincere.
One user suggested that cheating and having a child outside of his marriage was a deep betrayal. They felt it showed a complete lack of understanding of love and respect for his family.
While many expressed their disappointment, others sympathized with Grohl’s family. One fan shared, “Look at how beautiful his family is. It’s heartbreaking to think he would risk it all for something like this. I hope his wife and daughters can find healing and move forward.”
Grohl and Jordyn Blum have been married for over 20 years. They first met in 2001 at the Sunset Marquis Whiskey Bar in Los Angeles. Just two years later, on August 2, 2003, they got married. Together, they have three daughters.
Their eldest daughter, Violet, born in 2006, has shown a strong interest in music, much like her father. During the 2023 Glastonbury Festival, Grohl proudly introduced Violet on stage, calling her his “favorite singer in the world.” He shared that they would perform “Show Me How,” a song he wrote for his mother (Violet’s grandmother), which is featured on their latest album, “But Here We Are.”
As the performance wrapped up, Grohl proudly shouted that Violet was “his girl” and joked about how much he enjoyed being on stage with her, even if he hit a wrong note.
The couple’s family also includes Harper, born in 2009, and 10-year-old Ophelia, born in 2014. Despite recent difficulties, Grohl and Blum had continued to be a visible couple. In July 2024, they were spotted together at the Wimbledon tennis tournament in London, enjoying the event.
Interestingly, this isn’t Dave Grohl’s first marriage. He was previously married to photographer Jennifer Leigh Youngblood in the ’90s, but they divorced in 1997.
In a 2007 interview with *The Guardian*, Grohl admitted that infidelity was a factor in their breakup. This issue appears to have resurfaced in his current relationship, as highlighted by his recent announcement.
As Dave Grohl and Jordyn Blum navigate this new chapter, their two decades of shared history remind us that even rock legends face the complexities of family and relationships.
Four Years after My Husband Went Missing, a Dog Brought Me the Jacket He Was Wearing on the Day He Disappeared
Four years after Maggie’s husband vanished during a solo hike, she had come to terms with his loss. But when their old family dog reappeared, carrying her husband’s jacket in its mouth, Maggie followed it into the forest, uncovering a truth she never could have imagined.
I still remember the day Jason left four years ago. He had been depressed for a couple of months then, and it was the first time in a long while I’d seen him so excited, restless.
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He said he needed some time in nature, alone. “Just me and Scout,” he said, scratching the dog’s ears as our kids laughed.
“Are you sure you don’t want company?” I asked, holding our then-toddler son, Benny, while my four-year-old, Emily, clung to my leg.
Jason just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, I’ll be back before you know it. Promise.”
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But he never came back.
At first, I thought he’d gotten lost. Maybe hurt. The search teams kept trying to find him. Our friends, our neighbors, all showed up to help, calling his name, searching the mountains. It felt surreal, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.
But days turned to weeks, and the search teams started looking at me with pity, as if they’d already made up their minds.
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Eventually, they said, “We’ve done all we can.”
People started saying things like, “You’re strong, Maggie,” and “You’ll be okay.” But every word felt hollow. Jason wasn’t just missing; he was gone. After months, they declared him legally dead. I hated those words, but what could I do? Life had to go on.
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Over the years, little things kept Jason alive in our home: his old hiking boots by the door, his coffee mug with a chip on the rim, the wool scarf he loved. The kids sometimes asked about him, and I would tell them stories, trying to keep his memory alive.
Sometimes, late at night, when the house was silent, I let myself remember. I wondered if I could’ve done something different that day, maybe convinced him to stay.
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Then, one afternoon, everything changed.
It was a quiet Saturday, sunny with a light breeze. I was lying on a blanket in the backyard, watching the kids play, feeling a rare sense of peace.
Out of nowhere, something rustled near the bushes. I squinted, thinking it was a squirrel or maybe one of the neighbors’ cats. But then I saw a dog, thin and scruffy, walking slowly toward me.
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At first, I didn’t recognize him. But when I looked closer, my heart skipped. “Scout?” I whispered, hardly believing it. He was older, thinner, his coat dirty and matted, but it was him.
“Scout!” I called louder, sitting up, barely breathing. The dog stopped, looking at me with tired eyes. In his mouth, he held a green jacket, frayed and faded.
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I knew it instantly. I’d washed it a hundred times, seen him wear it on so many hikes. I couldn’t believe it. I felt my whole body tense, frozen between shock and hope.
“Scout, where did you come from?” I whispered, inching toward him. But as soon as I reached out, Scout turned and started trotting away, disappearing into the trees.
“No—Scout, wait!” I called, but he didn’t stop. Something inside me said to follow, even if I didn’t know where he was leading me.
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“Kids, stay here! Don’t move!” I grabbed my phone and car keys, my hands shaking. “Mommy’ll be back soon, I promise.”
Emily looked up, concerned. “Where are you going, Mom?”
“I… I just have to check something, honey,” I managed to say, my voice barely steady. She nodded, her wide eyes watching me as I took off after the dog.
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Scout kept a steady pace, leading me through the edge of our neighborhood and into the forest. I struggled to keep up, ducking under branches, slipping on damp leaves. My heart pounded as I ran, a mix of hope, fear, and disbelief fueling me.
“Scout, slow down!” I called, but he stayed just ahead, leading me deeper and deeper into the forest.
Scout paused briefly, looking back to make sure I was still there. His eyes seemed to say, Keep going.
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I couldn’t tell you how long I’d been walking. My legs ached, every step heavier than the last, and the forest seemed endless, twisting around me as if it wanted me lost. Scout kept looking back, urging me on, like he was as desperate as I was.
And then, just as the light started to fade, I saw it.
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The cabin sat low and quiet, blending right into the thick of the woods. It was so tucked away you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look. Smoke drifted faintly from an outdoor fire pit, and a makeshift clothesline was strung between two trees. There were footprints in the mud outside. There was someone here.
“Jason?” I whispered, my voice almost too small to carry. My heart was pounding, my mouth dry. This couldn’t be real.
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With my breath catching, I walked up to the window. And there, inside, moving around like he’d never left, was Jason.
He looked… different. His hair was long and messy, a rough beard covering half his face. He looked wild, like he’d lived outside for months. And he wasn’t alone.
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A woman was there with him, standing close, her hand brushing against his arm. Her hair was tangled, and her clothes looked patched and worn. She stood like she belonged there, like this was her home. Like he was her home.
My hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a gasp. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. No. No, this isn’t real. But every second I stood there, staring into that dirty window, the truth sank deeper.
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I pushed the door open, feeling a strength I didn’t know I had. It creaked loudly, and they both turned toward me, their eyes widening in surprise. Jason’s mouth fell open, his eyes darting over me like I was a ghost.
“Maggie…” he breathed, his voice calm, too calm, like he’d been expecting me.
“Jason.” My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. I glanced at the woman, then back at him. “What is this?” My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. “Where have you been?”
A shocked man in the woods | Source: Midjourney
He glanced at the woman beside him, who just stood there, looking at me like I was the one out of place. “I was…trapped, Maggie. That life wasn’t me. Out here, I’m free. I can breathe. I’ve found something real, something I couldn’t have…back there.” He gestured vaguely to the woods, as if that was his new life.
I stared at him, barely able to comprehend it. “You left us,” I said, feeling my voice crack. “You left your kids, Jason. They think you’re dead. I thought you were dead.”
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He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I…I know it’s hard to hear. But I’ve become one with nature now. Sarah and I…we’ve built a life. A simple, meaningful life.” His words sounded empty, robotic, like he’d convinced himself of this story so many times he believed it.
I took a step back, feeling the anger boil over. “So that’s it? You just walk away from everything? From your family? You didn’t even try to let us know you were okay?”
A man arguing with his wife | Source: Midjourney
He closed his eyes, sighing deeply, like I was the one causing him pain. “Maggie, you wouldn’t understand. That life felt like a prison. Now, I’m living it to the fullest.”
“A prison?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what we were to you?”
“Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with your cursed technology, you could come worship nature like we did,” Sarah hissed, looking at me like I was a lunatic.
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Jason opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my hand, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to listen to his empty excuses or hear how “free” he felt now. I wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him exactly how much he’d shattered our lives.
But looking at his empty, detached expression, I knew it wouldn’t matter. He’d made his choice long ago.
A man with a beard in a shack | Source: Midjourney
Without another word, I turned and walked out of that cabin. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. The Jason I loved was gone. Maybe he’d been gone long before that day he disappeared, and I was just the last one to realize it.
The walk back felt longer, heavier. Every step was one more reminder that I was leaving a piece of my life behind, a piece I’d never get back. I barely noticed the trees, the growing shadows, the ache in my legs. My mind was numb, my heart hollow.
A sad woman walking in the woods | Source: Midjourney
Back home, I wasted no time. I walked straight into a lawyer’s office the next morning, barely able to say the words, but knowing I had to.
“I want a divorce,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. “And I want support. If he has any assets, my kids deserve them.”
The lawyer nodded, looking at me with sympathy. “We’ll make sure you and your children are taken care of, Maggie.”
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As I left, a strange calm washed over me. I’d spent years waiting, grieving, and wondering if Jason would come back. But I finally understood that he wasn’t coming back, and even if he did, he wasn’t the man I’d once loved.
Now it was my turn to choose. I needed to make a life for my children rooted in love, stability, and honesty. Jason had taken one path, but I was taking mine. And I was never looking back.
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