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.
My MIL Gave Away My Late Mom’s Heirloom to Her Friends — I Immediately Made Sure She’d Regret It
When I spotted a stranger wearing my late mom’s cherished necklace at a café, my world flipped. My meddling MIL had stolen it, along with other heirlooms, and lent them to her friends. Furious and betrayed, I reclaimed what was mine and plotted a lesson she’d never forget.
I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.
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Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.
So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?
“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”
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“I’m sure,” I replied. “But she has to agree to be respectful, okay? Living with us doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants in our house, or with our stuff.”
My husband nodded. “I agree. I’ll speak to her and make sure she understands that.”
At first, it was fine. She could be intrusive, sure, but mostly she was just there, taking up space like an overly perfumed shadow. I chalked up her quirks to the adjustment period.
Until the necklace incident.
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My best friend Tara and I had planned a brunch date at the café on Maple, a little spot with sticky tabletops and the best lattes in town. We’d just settled in when I noticed a group of middle-aged women laughing at a nearby table.
One of them was wearing my mother’s necklace.
My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the familiar glint of gold, or the intricate filigree on the pendant that had been in my family for generations.
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That necklace wasn’t just a valuable piece of jewelry either, it was her… my mom. The piece she’d worn to weddings and graduations and everyday errands. The one she’d entrusted to me before cancer took her away.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, following my gaze.
“That woman’s wearing Mom’s necklace! How… I’ll be right back,” I said, rising on shaky legs.
I approached the woman, my heart hammering.
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“Excuse me?” My voice cracked as I approached her table.
She looked up, startled but polite. “Yes?”
“Your necklace,” I said, pointing with a shaky finger. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, this?” She touched the pendant, her brow furrowing. “My friend Lucille lent it to me. Said it was just some old junk from her daughter-in-law’s late mother. She insisted I take it.”
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Lucille!
My ears rang. “Really? Because Lucille is my mother-in-law, and that’s my necklace. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, too, not a piece of junk, and I never said she could lend it out to anyone.”
The woman’s face crumpled as she reached for the clasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She made it sound like… oh God. I’ll give it back.”
“And the rest of it,” I added, sweeping my gaze across the table like a prosecutor delivering a final blow. The air around me seemed to thicken as I recognized each piece, a fresh wave of anger rising with every discovery.
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The women exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, they began fumbling with their jewelry. Karen, a woman wearing one of Mom’s brooches, looked at me with wide, guilt-ridden eyes.
“We truly didn’t know,” she stammered, her fingers trembling as she unclasped it. “Lucille made it seem like it was no big deal.”
“She lied,” I replied flatly, extending my hand. “Please, just give them back.”
There were murmurs of embarrassment and whispered apologies as the others followed Karen’s lead.
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Rings slipped off fingers, bracelets were pulled from wrists, and necklaces were unfastened with hurried movements. By the time the last piece was handed over, my pockets bulged with stolen memories. Yet instead of relief, I felt only a simmering fury.
“She said they were just sitting around,” another woman said hesitantly, her voice low. “We had no idea.”
I nodded stiffly, though my heart ached. These weren’t just objects. They were fragments of my mom’s life that I thought I’d kept safe.
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“I know you didn’t,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”
As I turned to leave, I forced myself to walk calmly, though every step felt like an effort not to burst into tears or scream into the open air. Outside, Tara was waiting by the car, her face tense with concern.
“Did you get it all back?” she asked as I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah. But this isn’t over.”
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The faint jingle of the heirlooms in my pocket was the only sound as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, swallowing my emotions.
At home, the scent of cheap lavender slapped me in the face the moment I entered Lucille’s room. Her presence lingered, as suffocating as her perfume. It clung to everything: the curtains, the bedding, and even the damn air.
Her jewelry box sat open on the dresser, its contents shimmering like a taunt.
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I stepped closer, the floor creaking underfoot. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, my expression hard and unyielding. This wasn’t me; this simmering ball of anger and betrayal. But Lucille had pushed me too far.
Then the idea struck.
If Lucille wanted to play lending library, fine. But she wasn’t going to use my family’s legacy.
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I gathered every piece of her jewelry I could find — necklaces, bracelets, the works — and reached out to her friends.
Karen, the ringleader of the brunch group, was the first to respond.
“Think you and the others would mind helping me teach her a lesson?” I asked.
Karen, bless her, laughed. “Oh honey, we’re in.”
A few days later, Lucille invited her friends over for tea and I set my plan in motion.
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I watched from the shadows of the hallway as her friends arrived, each one adorned in her jewelry. Karen’s coat bore Lucille’s infamous rhinestone brooch, catching the light every time she moved.
Another woman wore the chunky gold necklace Lucille always bragged about at family dinners, while someone else twirled her fingers, stacked with Lucille’s signature cocktail rings.
Lucille, oblivious at first, poured tea and chattered about nothing, her voice loud and grating as usual. Then she froze.
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Her gaze landed on Karen’s brooch, and her smile faltered. Her eyes darted from one woman to the next, and with each new piece of jewelry she recognized, her face turned a deeper shade of red.
“What-what’s going on?” she stammered, her tone sharp with suspicion.
Karen, bless her, played it cool. “What’s wrong, Lucille? You’re happy to let us borrow these, aren’t you?”
Lucille’s teacup rattled as she set it down, her hand trembling.
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“That’s my jewelry! What are you all doing wearing it?”
The group fell silent, shifting uncomfortably. Karen tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “You were fine giving away your daughter-in-law’s heirlooms. Isn’t this fair as well?”
Lucille’s eyes widened, her chest heaving with outrage. “That’s completely different! These pieces are mine!” Her voice cracked, the shrill edge betraying her panic.
That was my cue.
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I stepped into the room, the weight of my presence halting her tirade mid-sentence.
“Oh, calm down, Lucille,” I said, my tone even but laced with ice. “I thought it was only fair to return the favor. You know, since you decided my late mother’s heirlooms were yours to lend out.”
Her head snapped toward me, her face pale and panicked. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t even try,” I interrupted.
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“You knew exactly what you were doing. You stole from me. You lied to your friends. And you insulted my mother’s memory by calling her legacy ‘old junk.’”Her face paled, the bravado draining away. “I-I didn’t mean…”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” I said sharply. “You crossed a line. A massive one. And I’m done letting you disrespect me.”
Lucille’s voice dropped to a whimper. “Please don’t call the police.”
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“I should,” I said. “You don’t just get to steal and lie without consequences.”
That night, Lucille packed her things and left. Michael helped her carry her suitcases to the car, his silence saying everything. It didn’t erase the betrayal, but it helped.
Lucille’s friends, furious at being lied to, cut ties with her until she apologized to me as well as them. Even then, I made it clear: she was never to be left alone in my home again.
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I locked my mother’s jewelry in a safe that same night. When I looked at the necklace, now safely back where it belonged, I felt a bittersweet relief. It reminded me of Mom’s love, of her strength. And of my own.
Because in the end, Lucille may have tried to take a piece of my mother’s legacy, but she couldn’t take the lesson I learned: sometimes, being a good person means standing up for yourself.
Here’s another story: When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.
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