Former Modern Family star Sofia Vergara is presently in Italy to celebrate her 51st birthday, and while there, she has been open and honest about the difficulties of aging.
Sofia Vergara celebrated her 51st birthday with her “best friends” in Italy, and while there she shаrеd a photo to Instagram that included the water as a backdrop and her makeup-free, picture-perfect face as the caption.
The former CoverGirl posted a series of Instagram photos during her birthday trip to Italy.
She lights firecrackers as candles, goes out to brunch with friends, and then gets serenaded at an exclusive restaurant to celebrate her birthday.
Her supporters were disappointed that her husband, Joe Manganiello, was noticeably absent from the celebrations.
But now reliable sources confirm what we suspected all along…
If you want to know what happened, keep reading down below.
Page Six has learned exclusively that Sofia Vergara and husband Joe Manganiello are splitting after seven years of marriage.
The couple told Page Six in a statement: “We have made the difficult decision to divorce. As two people that love and care for one another very much, we politely ask for respect of our privacy at this time as we navigate this new phase of our lives.”
The “Modern Family” beauty is currently celebrating her 51st birthday in Italy with a posse of friends — but with no Manganiello or her wedding ring.
A source added: “Sofía and Joe have been growing apart for a while now and are taking some distance from each other to contemplate their future.”
Vergara paid Manganiello, 46, a visit on the set of his new film “Nonnas” starring Vince Vaughn last month in Hoboken, New Jersey.
The judge from NBC’s famous show “America’s Got Talent,” Vergara, is currently in Capri with her closest girlfriends and uploading sensual photographs on Instagram.
Fans on Instagram have noted Manganiello’s absence, and Sofia Vergara addressed it in an Instagram post with the caption, “When life gives u lemons u come to Italy to squeeze them.”
One wrote, “Is anyone else wondering where’s Joe?” while another said, “Wondering where her husband is, he hasn’t shown up in any of the photos of videos.”
Similarly controversial was an Instagram post by Manganiello wishing his wife a happy birthday with the simple message “!!Feliz Cumpleaos Sofa!!!” In Spanish: Feliz Cumpleaos a Sofia!
Another source told us: “At the start of Sofia’s big birthday trip those close to her were explaining away Joe’s absence with the excuse that he was busy filming back on the East Coast; that excuse barely held up due to the writers strike, but once the actor’s strike took effect, he could have been on the first flight… and he quite clearly is not.
“So now no one out there with her is even attempting to pretend that it’s not over. It’s over. It’s done.”
Vergara’s “Modern Family” co-stars Ariel Winter, Ed O’Neill, Eric Stonestreet, Jesse Tyler Ferguson, Julie Bowen, Sarah Hyland, and Ty Burrell were in attendance, as were Manganiello’s “True Blood” co-stars Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer. The wedding took place in Palm Beach, Florida, in November 2015.
Channing Tatum and Reese Witherspoon were also there.
Vergara, who has a son named Manolo, 31, with her first husband Joe Gonzalez, met Manganiello at a White House Correspondents’ Association dinner in 2014, when she was engaged to businessman Nick Loeb, through the actress’ former co-star Ferguson.
When the actress’s relationship with Loeb ended, Manganiello immediately texted her for her number.
Star of “Magic Mike XXL” said in 2020 issue of People magazine, “I knew fairly soon that I could trust her, and she knew pretty quickly that she could trust me. We are both selfless individuals who are able to prioritize the needs of our partner above our own.
MY FIVE KIDS COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT MY 93RD BIRTHDAY — I SPENT IT ALONE UNTIL THE DOORBELL RANG
The old house, usually echoing with the phantom sounds of laughter and the clatter of family dinners, was unnervingly silent. Arnold, his 93 years etched into the lines of his face, sat in his favorite armchair, the fading afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. He had meticulously prepared for this day, his birthday, a milestone he had hoped to share with the five children he and his beloved wife had raised.
He had sent out invitations, not just any invitations, but handwritten letters, each one filled with the warmth of his love and the anticipation of their reunion. He longed to see their faces, to hear their voices, not through the cold, impersonal medium of a phone call, but in person, with hugs and shared stories.
The morning had begun with a flutter of excitement, each distant car sound a potential herald of their arrival. He had set the dining table, five empty chairs waiting patiently, each one a silent testament to the love he held for his children. But as the hours ticked by, the excitement waned, replaced by a gnawing sense of disappointment.
He tried calling, his fingers trembling as he dialed each number. Voicemail after voicemail, each unanswered call a tiny pinprick to his heart. It dawned on him, with a chilling clarity, that he would be spending this special day alone, a solitary figure in a house filled with memories.
He stared at the empty chairs, his mind drifting back to the days when they were filled with the boisterous energy of his children, their laughter echoing through the house, their faces alight with joy. He remembered birthdays past, filled with homemade cakes and silly games, with hugs and kisses and whispered “I love yous.”
The silence in the house grew heavier, pressing down on him like a physical weight. He felt a pang of loneliness, a deep ache in his heart. He had always been a man of resilience, a man who found joy in the simple things. But today, the silence was deafening, the loneliness unbearable.
He rose from his armchair, his movements slow and deliberate, and walked to the window. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the garden. He watched as the shadows lengthened, stretching across the lawn like long, reaching fingers.
Just as he was about to turn away, a sound pierced the silence. The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent chime that startled him. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. Could it be?
He walked to the door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He opened the door, and his breath caught in his throat.
Standing on the porch were not his five children, but a group of young people, their faces filled with warmth and kindness. They were his neighbors, the ones he had waved to over the years, the ones he had shared a kind word with.
“Mr. Arnold,” a young woman said, her voice gentle, “we heard it was your birthday. We wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”
Behind her, a young man held a large cake, its candles flickering in the evening breeze. Others held balloons and small gifts.
Arnold’s eyes filled with tears. He was overwhelmed, touched by their unexpected gesture of kindness. He had been so focused on his children, on the family he had created, that he had overlooked the community around him, the people who cared.
They came inside, filling the house with laughter and chatter. They sang “Happy Birthday,” their voices a chorus of warmth and affection. They shared stories and memories, their presence a comforting balm to his loneliness.
As the evening wore on, Arnold felt a sense of peace settling over him. He realized that family wasn’t just about blood, it was about connection, about shared experiences, about the kindness of strangers.
He looked at the young people around him, their faces glowing in the candlelight, and he knew that he wasn’t alone. He had a community, a network of support, a family of friends.
He blew out the candles on his cake, a small smile playing on his lips. He had spent his 93rd birthday alone, but he hadn’t spent it lonely. He had learned a valuable lesson that day: that even in the face of disappointment, there is always kindness, there is always connection, there is always hope. And that, he realized, was a gift more precious than any he could have received from his children.
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