Emily Ratajkowski and her husband Sebastian Bear-McClard have reportedly broken up and are moving onto new chapters. People reports that Ratajkowski is ending her marriage of four years to Bear-McClard. A source close to Ratajkowski said, “They split recently. It was Em's decision. She is doing okay. She is strong and focused on her son. She loves being a mom.” The source added that Ratajkowski plans to file for divorce.
People's report comes after Ratajkowski was photographed out in New York City not wearing her wedding ring. It also comes days after a source told Page Six that Ratajkowski and Bear-McClard were parting ways because of alleged infidelity on his part.
“Yeah, he cheated,” a source close to Ratajkowski claimed to the outlet. “He’s a serial cheater. It’s gross. He’s a dog.”
Neither Ratajkowski nor Bear-McClard's reps have commented on the split reports. (The couple also have yet to comment.) Ratajkowski last shared a photo featuring her and Bear-McClard in May 2021. Paparazzi photographed the two together most recently in May 2022:
Ratajkowski and Bear-McClard got married in a New York City courthouse in February 2018. It was just weeks after they were photographed out together for the first time, revealing that they were dating. The model welcomed the couple's first child together, Sylvester Apollo Bear, in March 2021.
Ratajkowski shared a little insight into their relationship when she announced her pregnancy in an October 2020 essay for Vogue, along with their plans to let their child decide their gender.
She wrote, “When my husband and I tell friends that I’m pregnant, their first question after ‘Congratulations’ is almost always, ‘Do you know what you want?’ We like to respond that we won’t know the gender until our child is 18 and that they’ll let us know then.”
In terms of their dynamic during her pregnancy, Ratajkowski wrote, “My husband likes to say that ‘we’re pregnant.’ I tell him that while the sentiment is sweet, it’s not entirely true. I resent that his entire family’s DNA is inside of me but that my DNA is not inside him. ‘It just seems unfair,’ I say, and we both laugh. It’s kind of a joke, but just like the remark we make about our child’s gender, there is truth behind it. Pregnancy is innately lonely; it’s something a woman does by herself, inside her body, no matter what her circumstances may be. Despite having a loving partner and many female friends ready to share the gritty details of their pregnancies, I am ultimately alone with my body in this experience. There is no one to feel it with me—the sharp muscular aches in my lower abdomen that come out of nowhere while I’m watching a movie or the painful heaviness of my breasts that now greets me first thing every morning. My husband has no physical symptoms in ‘our’ pregnancy, another reminder of how different a woman and man’s experience of life can be.”
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