In what may be a prime example of how having children ruins lives (I kid, I kid, I love my nephews. Usually.), TMZ reports that new mother Janet Jackson and her sickeningly rich husband Wissam Al Mana have parted ways.
Let’s hope he got her to sign a prenup. I know she has Janet Jackson money, but this guy has MONEY. If one wasn’t signed, then she could finally afford to buy back the career that she torpedoed with her Superbowl boob (I still blame Justin Timberlake, though), AND have money left over to buy Blanket Jackson a new first name.
50-year-old Janet has been married to 42-year-old Qatari business magnate Wissam since 2012, and gave birth to their son, Eissa, in January. And now they’re over and out mere months later. Page Six has a couple of ideas about what led to the split. One is that Qatari was supposedly being “too controlling” for Janet.
“She thought he had become too controlling during the pregnancy and she had already allowed him to dictate her appearance and even the way she performed at concerts,” the source who works closely with the couple said.
The same sources say that he was putting the kibosh on all of Janet’s sexy, and that it was “driving her crazy.” Ms. Jackson still needs to keep it nasty once in awhile, Wis! Janet was supposedly concerned that it was causing her to lose her fanbase.
However, the same sources claim that the credits finally rolled on their marriage due to a situation with Janet’s mom, Katherine Jackson. Mom Jackson has reportedly suffered elder abuse at the hands of nephew Trent. She went to stay in London with Janet and Wissam for two months, and Janet was concerned about his lack of concern for Mother Jackson.
“That’s when Janet made her decision that there was no turning back,” the source said. “She was worried about her mother — and Wissam showed little to no concern.”
That’s a good reason, but new baby shellshock could have contributed to the demise of love, too. I know billionaires can afford someone to handle the diapers, but maybe he caught a glimpse of a particularly bad one while driving past the nursery in a solid diamond golf cart one day, and that was it? Or maybe Janet was just really tired from having a baby at the age of fifty, and had little left to devote to marriage?
If I ejected a human out of me AT FIFTY, and then had to raise it? Hells no. How would you muster the strength to text, let alone make sure a kid doesn’t starve, fall off a cliff, or become a serial killer? I’m up there in age and weep when I realize I left my iPad on the kitchen counter and now have to get up off the couch to go and retrieve it. A baby at fifty!