NFL star Aaron Rodgers has had many famous relationships. Even with these high-profile romances, he has never gotten married or had any children. At one point, people questioned his sexuality, leading him to speak out about the rumors.
Aaron Rodgers’ personal life often gets as much attention as his career. Now, at 40 years old and playing as a quarterback for the New York Jets, Rodgers is still single and has no kids.
Aaron Rodgers stays focused on his football career while dealing with the public’s interest in his love life and family. In 2013, rumors about his sexuality spread, suggesting he might be gay.
Rodgers quickly denied the claims, calling them “disrespectful” to the LGBTQIA+ community. He talked about this in a 2024 interview for a biography about him, “Out of the Darkness: The Mystery of Aaron Rodgers.”
Rodgers explained that he was upset because the rumor framed being gay as something shameful. He also shared that he has many friends in the gay community.
He was referring to a Milwaukee radio interview over a decade ago, where he had to address his sexuality early in his NFL career. Despite saying he “really, really likes women,” Rodgers still finds it frustrating that he’s asked about his sexual orientation.
Although rumors have swirled about his sexuality, Rodgers has been in relationships with several women. One of his most famous relationships was with actress Shailene Woodley.
At first, the couple dealt with a long-distance relationship, as Rodgers played for the Green Bay Packers in Wisconsin.
During this time, an insider said they “kept things private and low-key,” allowing their romance to grow outside of the public eye.
In February 2021, Rodgers revealed their engagement while accepting his MVP award, thanking his “fiancée.”
Woodley later confirmed the engagement on “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon,” saying they had been engaged for a while before it became public. She spoke highly of Rodgers, calling him a “wonderful, incredible human being.”
Their relationship seemed strong, with Woodley, eight years younger than Rodgers, talking fondly about him in 2021. She believed they were meant to be together, saying, “I feel we were destined to meet.”
The couple had a unique way of handling their relationship. In December 2021, an insider said they had a “non-traditional” relationship.
However, by February 2022, the couple ended their engagement. Although they were seen together after that, by April 2022, their on-and-off relationship was officially over.
An insider said Woodley felt like everything was on Rodgers’ terms, which didn’t make her happy. Despite the breakup, the split was described as friendly.
After the breakup with Woodley, Rodgers was linked to Mallory Edens in January 2023. Edens, the daughter of one of the Milwaukee Bucks’ owners, had been friends with Rodgers for a while.
Their relationship was described as casual and not serious. They were often seen together at Bucks games, sparking rumors about their connection.
In August 2023, Edens was spotted cheering Rodgers on during his debut with the New York Jets, sharing a picture from MetLife Stadium on Instagram.
At 28, Edens has a 12-year age gap with Rodgers, similar to his previous relationship with Woodley.
Although Rodgers has dated many women, he has never married or had children. However, he has expressed a desire to become a father. During a 2021 Instagram Live, he mentioned that many of his friends had started families.
Rodgers said fatherhood was something he looked forward to, describing it as his “next great challenge” and something he had always dreamed about.
Friends have praised Rodgers’ natural ability with kids, according to Ian O’Connor, the author of a bestselling book on Rodgers.
However, despite his ease with children, Rodgers has had a strained relationship with his own family. He has been estranged from them since 2014.
In an August 2024 interview, O’Connor explained that many things contributed to the family issues, including a “he said, she said” dynamic.
Rodgers’ family partly blamed his ex-girlfriend, Olivia Munn, for the fallout. However, O’Connor disagreed, noting that the rift remained long after their breakup.
Rodgers felt his family didn’t appreciate his generosity enough, and Munn might have encouraged these feelings. A family member mentioned that Munn seemed to validate Rodgers’ concerns.
The tensions between Rodgers and his family, especially his brothers, were partly due to their different views on religion.
Rodgers, raised in a strict Christian home, rebelled against his upbringing, which may have worsened family tensions. O’Connor noted that there wasn’t one clear reason for the rift.
Rodgers has said he doesn’t know how to repair the relationship fully, but in a meaningful moment during a Celebrity Golf Tournament in Lake Tahoe, he embraced his father.
Rodgers and his father shared a heartfelt moment, and Rodgers admitted he wants to reconnect with his family. O’Connor believes there is hope for the future.
Aaron Rodgers’ journey reflects the struggles of balancing family and career. As he continues with his life and career, the possibility of mending ties with his loved ones remains a hopeful prospect.
I Saw My Neighbor Faint While Digging in Her Yard — I Gasped as I Looked into the Hole She Dug
When my 67-year-old neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, collapsed while frantically digging in her yard, I rushed to help. I wasn’t prepared to uncover a buried wooden box that changed everything.
The sun bathed my quiet street in golden light as I folded laundry by the window. Across the way, Mrs. Cartwright, my elderly neighbor, was in her yard.
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She was a petite woman, always wearing neat cardigans and a kind smile. Even at sixty-seven, she had a certain energy, though I knew her health was touchy.
Today, she wasn’t her usual composed self. She was digging. Hard. Her frail arms jabbed a spade into the dirt, sweat staining her blouse. It didn’t look right.
I opened my window and called, “Mrs. Cartwright! Are you okay?”
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She didn’t look up, just kept at it like she didn’t hear me.
“Do you need help?” I tried again, louder.
Still no answer.
I watched her, uneasy. Maybe she was fine? I started to pull the window shut when she suddenly stopped, dropped the spade, and threw up her hands.
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“Finally!” she cried out. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, she crumpled to the ground.
“Mrs. Cartwright!” My voice cracked. I bolted out the door, sprinting to her yard.
Her thin body lay sprawled by the hole, one hand resting on the edge. I shook her shoulder gently.
She didn’t move.
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My heart pounded as I checked her pulse. It was faint but there. Thank God. I leaned in closer, listening for her breath. Slow and shallow, but steady. Relief washed over me.
“Okay, hang on,” I murmured, unsure if she could hear.
While adjusting her head for better airflow, something caught my eye. In the hole she’d been digging, something wooden peeked through the dirt. A box?
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I hesitated. Helping her was the priority. But the box glinted faintly, pulling my focus like a magnet.
“What were you looking for?” I whispered, glancing between her and the hole. My curiosity got the better of me. I reached into the dirt and tugged at the box. It came loose with surprising ease.
The wood was weathered but intact, and the lid creaked as I lifted it. Inside were bundles of letters tied with faded twine. Next to them lay yellowed photographs and a sealed envelope.
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“What…?” My voice trailed off as I pulled out one of the photographs. It showed a young Mrs. Cartwright, smiling beside a man in uniform. Her husband?
I stared, stunned. The letters looked so old, yet they were preserved remarkably well. What kind of story was hidden here?
As I pieced through the contents, a faint groan startled me.
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“Mrs. Cartwright?” I asked, dropping the photograph. Her eyelids fluttered.
“Mm… where…?” Her voice was raspy.
“You collapsed,” I said softly, kneeling closer. “Just stay still. I’ll call for help.”
“No!” Her hand shot up, gripping my arm with surprising strength. “The box. Is it—” She coughed, struggling to sit up.
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“It’s here,” I said, pointing. “But you need to rest. Please.”
She ignored me, eyes wide as she reached for the box. “Let me see.”
Reluctantly, I passed it to her. She cradled it like something precious, her frail fingers brushing over the wood.
“Sixty years,” she whispered, tears slipping down her wrinkled cheeks.
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“Sixty years?” I asked, confused.
“My husband,” she began, her voice trembling. “He buried this before he went to war. Said it was… a way to keep his dreams safe. He told me to find it… if he didn’t come back.”
I blinked, unable to speak.
“He didn’t come back,” she continued. “And I looked, oh, how I looked. But I couldn’t find it. I thought it was gone forever.”
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Her voice cracked. I stayed quiet, letting her speak.
“But I started dreaming about him again,” she said, her gaze far away. “He told me—’Under the tree, my dove.’ That’s what he called me.” She laughed softly, though tears kept falling. “I didn’t believe it at first. Just a dream, I thought. But something… something told me to dig.”
“And you found it,” I said gently.
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“Because of you,” she replied, meeting my eyes. “I couldn’t have done it alone.”
I didn’t know what to say. There was so much emotion, so much weight in her words.
“What’s in the letters?” I finally asked.
“Everything,” she whispered, her hands trembling. “Everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.”
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She reached for the envelope, her fingers brushing over its seal.
“Help me open it,” she said, looking at me with eyes full of unspoken gratitude.
She pulled out a letter, carefully unfolding the fragile paper. The sunlight streaming through the trees illuminated the delicate handwriting.
“Can I read it?” I asked gently.
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She nodded, handing it to me.
I cleared my throat and began:
“Dear Family,
If you are reading this, it means my dove has found what I left behind. First, know that I loved you all, even those I never had the chance to meet. This world moves fast, and we forget what matters most. But love—love always stays. Take care of one another. Forgive, even when it’s hard. And don’t let time or distance make you strangers.
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Inside this envelope, I’ve left a locket. Ruthie knows its meaning. Pass it down as a reminder: no matter what life brings, hold on to each other. Love is what lasts.
With all my heart,
Your father and, I hope, grandfather”
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I lowered the letter and looked at Mrs. Cartwright. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached for the envelope.
Her fingers found a small, intricate locket inside. She opened it, revealing a miniature photo of herself and her husband, smiling as if frozen in a perfect moment. The locket seemed to glow in the sunlight.
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“He always said this would outlast us both,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “And now, here it is.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
She turned the locket over in her hands, her face thoughtful. “You should have this.”
My head jerked up. “What? No, Mrs. Cartwright, that’s… this is for your family.”
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“You’re part of this story now,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the emotion behind it. “Robert believed in timing. He believed things came to people when they were meant to. I think he’d want you to have it.”
I hesitated, but the sincerity in her eyes was undeniable. Slowly, I reached out and took the locket, its warmth almost surprising in my palm. “I’ll take care of it,” I promised.
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She smiled softly. “I know you will.”
In the days that followed, Mrs. Cartwright and I spent hours sorting through the letters. Each one painted a vivid picture of her husband’s love, courage, and hope during the war.
“He wrote about everything,” she told me one evening. “How he missed me, how he dreamed of coming home. But most of all, he wanted our family to stay close, no matter what.”
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I could see the weight of those words on her face. “Have you thought about sharing these with your family?” I asked.
Her expression faltered. “We haven’t spoken much in years,” she admitted. “After Robert passed, we all drifted apart. There were arguments… regrets.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s too late,” I said gently. “This could be a way to bring them together again.”
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She didn’t respond right away, but the idea seemed to take root.
Two weeks later, Mrs. Cartwright invited her family to a gathering. With her health, she needed help organizing it, and I was more than happy to pitch in.
On the day of the reunion, her living room was transformed into a warm, welcoming space. The letters were arranged on a table, along with the photographs and the locket.
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As her children and grandchildren arrived, there were hesitant smiles and awkward greetings. But once everyone settled in, Mrs. Cartwright stood, her frail frame somehow filled with strength.
“These letters,” she began, her voice trembling but clear, “are from your grandfather. He wrote them during the war and buried them for us to find. They’re his way of reminding us what’s most important.”
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Her oldest son picked up a letter and began to read. As his voice filled the room, emotions ran high. Some cried softly; others smiled through tears.
“I remember this story,” one granddaughter said, holding up a photograph. “Grandma told me about this day!”
Mrs. Cartwright beamed, watching as her family connected over the memories. The locket made its way around the room, each person marveling at the tiny photo inside.
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“Grandpa wanted us to pass this down,” Mrs. Cartwright said as her youngest great-grandchild held the locket. “To remind us to stay close, no matter what.”
As the evening ended, the once-distant family members lingered, talking and laughing like old friends. Mrs. Cartwright’s eyes glistened with joy as she squeezed my hand.
“You did this,” she said softly.
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“No,” I replied. “Robert did. And you.”
She smiled, but I could see how much the moment meant to her.
That night, as I walked home, I held the locket in my hand. Its weight felt different now, not heavy but significant—a symbol of love and the bond that had been rekindled.
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What started as an ordinary day had become something extraordinary. I’d learned that even the smallest gestures like helping a neighbor or listening to a story could change lives.
And as I glanced back at Mrs. Cartwright’s house, glowing with light and laughter, I knew that her husband’s message would endure, carried forward by those who loved him.
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