It looks like Vili Fualaau might finally get to know what it’s like to be single after being in a relationship with his convicted rapist Mary Kay Letourneau since the age of 12. Two years ago, Vili tested the waters by filing for legal separation. At the time he claimed it was because he wanted to get into the weed business, but since his wife’s a convicted felon and registered sex offender, they needed to be separated for that to happen. But last year the two were back together, claiming everything between them was love and butterfly farts once again. Now according to People, they are “moving forward with their separation after reconciliation attempts have failed”. I guess Vili just couldn’t reconcile the fact that he was this close to being free before getting sucked back into Mary Kay’s cray cray abyss.
According to People, they never actually separated, and were often seen out on the town during that time. Here are Mary Kay and Vili out at a bar last year. Turns out they were still living together.
Of course May Kay brings a cat to the bar and holds it hostage under her arm. That cat’s like “bitch, can I get a separation too?“.
But the reconciliation didn’t work. PEOPLE confirms that the couple has resumed private arbitration to end their marriage — and a source close to the couple says that it seems to be real this time.
“They really gave it the old college try,” says the source “They have a long history with two kids, but it really seems to have run its course. They worked really hard to fix things, but it still fell apart. The reconciliation just didn’t work.”
“Old college try”, my ass. I love how this is made to sound so breezy and normal. It’s wild because when Vili would have been in college, he was busy raising two daughters with his abuser. There never was, and will never be, anything normal about this marriage.
Vili is now 35 and if he can pull this off, he still might be able to experience a unhindered, albeit delayed, adolescence. Attention everybody! Vili gets a free pass to act a fool (within legal parameters of course) for at least the next 5 years. If you see his middle-aged ass out sneaking cigarettes behind the middle school, TPing his neighbor’s yard, or throwing temper tantrums at the mall, just let him have it. It’s the only adolescence he’ll ever know.