First of all, I love that phantom hand in the pictures above. It should have really went for it and picked Liv’s nose. Anyways, Liv Tyler and her pocket-sized husband, Royston Langdon, have called it a day. Every marriage in Hollywood has an expiration date.
Liv’s spokeswhore confirmed to People, “Liv Tyler and Royston Langdon have confirmed their separation. They remain good friends and devoted parents to their son Milo and are requesting that their family’s privacy be respected at this time.” Fuck privacy! They started it by issuing a statement, so it’s on. Yeah, who really cares.
Liv and Royston were married in 2003. They had a son in 2005. They split up 2008. You do the math. I don’t know what that meant.
Liv probably got sick of trying to tweeze his brows all the time. Looking at that shit on a daily basis will drive any couple to divorce.