Angelina Jolie’s nanny cautions her against repeating history with Brad Pitt.

Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are still caught in a contentious divorce dispute.

While details about the former couple are limited, sources have shared information with the media that sheds light on the disintegration of their marriage.

Among the notable voices is Krisann Morel, Jolie’s childhood nanny, who claims that the actress is vilifying Pitt and manipulating their children amid their ongoing battle.

Morel played a significant role in Jolie’s early life, reportedly forming a strong bond with Jolie’s mother, Marcheline Bertrand, who tragically passed away from cancer.

Morel gained public attention in 2010 when Andrew Morton released an unauthorized biography about Angelina Jolie. Unlike many anonymous sources in the book, Morel chose to speak on the record, providing an intimate look at Jolie’s challenging upbringing. Her narrative reveals a troubled childhood filled with painful experiences.

The turmoil began with the separation of Jolie’s parents, Marcheline Bertrand and Jon Voight, in 1976. Jolie was merely six months old when her father left the family for a young drama student, leaving a significant emotional void.

“Jon Voight was a terrible father to her at that time. He betrayed her mother, leaving Marcheline heartbroken,” Susan Margaret, a friend of Jolie’s, recounted in an interview.

“She confided in me that Jon emotionally abused her. Angelina faced many difficulties growing up due to the turmoil,” she added.

Bertrand sacrificed her own acting dreams to focus on nurturing Jolie and her older brother, James Haven Voight. During Angelina’s early years, they moved between various rented apartments in New York City.

“We weren’t poor, but there was an expectation that we had wealth because I was the child of an actor,” Angelina revealed in a 2002 interview.

However, the family’s financial difficulties were not the most challenging aspect of their lives. Morel indicated that Bertrand struggled with her feelings towards Jolie, as the young girl bore a striking resemblance to her father. This tension escalated to the point where Bertrand kept Jolie secluded in a separate apartment within their building for two years, attended to by a rotating team of caregivers.

“Angie was a very lonely and troubled child. Her mother became convinced that Jon was cheating even before she was born,” Morel shared with the Daily Mail in 2016.

This separate apartment was originally meant for Jon’s production company, but Jolie ended up living there with nannies while her mother avoided seeing her, staying three floors below. Occasionally, Bertrand would come upstairs to visit Morel, expressing her sorrow over her situation.“It broke my heart. It still upsets me. I really felt for that child,” Morel wrote in Angelina: An Unauthorized Biography.

Morel revealed that Angelina and her brother were largely raised by nannies and often found themselves caught in the middle of their mother’s struggles. According to Morel, Jolie was often weaponized against their father.

“Jon was depicted as the villain, and Marcheline successfully turned both children against him. But this led to years of pain and unresolved wounds that linger to this day,” Morel told the Daily Mail.

Following the disintegration of “Brangelina,” Morel feared that Angelina might repeat her mother’s mistakes with Pitt. She noted the disturbing parallels between Angelina’s current situation and her own difficult childhood, especially when Bertrand severed ties with Jon Voight.

Morel expressed her worries, stating, “I wish I could tell her, ‘Please don’t alienate Brad from the children’s lives. Don’t use them as weapons during your divorce. And don’t demonize your husband.’ Because that’s exactly what your mother did during her breakup with your father, resulting in a lonely and traumatic childhood for you. Why would you inflict that same tragedy on your kids?”

Current Situation

Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have six children: three adopted (Pax, Maddox, and Zahara) and three biological (Shiloh, Vivienne, and Knox). Since their high-profile separation in 2016, the former power couple has been engaged in a complicated custody battle.

The court drama has been filled with ups and downs. Jolie initially held full custody until May 2021, when Pitt was awarded joint custody. However, this decision was overturned after Los Angeles Superior Court Judge John W. Ouderkirk, who ruled in Pitt’s favor, was removed from the case due to concerns regarding his impartiality.

Currently, Jolie has primary physical custody, while Pitt has scheduled “custodial time” with their minor children. Yet, a final resolution appears distant.

As recently as April, Jolie filed court papers in Los Angeles accusing Pitt of physical abuse—claims he has vehemently denied.

Reports indicate that one of their daughters, Vivienne, has chosen to drop “Pitt” from her last name, with her sister Shiloh also seeking a legal name change. Additionally, 19-year-old Zahara is reportedly using “Jolie” as her surname, and their eldest child, Maddox, 22, also doesn’t include “Pitt” in his name.

For Pitt, these name changes symbolize a deeper estrangement that has developed over the years. According to Little Things, this growing distance has had a profound emotional impact on him, with a source stating, “Brad was devastated by this choice.”

Further escalating the tension, his son Pax harshly criticized Pitt in a 2020 Instagram post that recently resurfaced. “You have made the lives of those closest to me a constant hell,” Pax allegedly wrote on his private account. “You may tell yourself and the world whatever you want, but the truth will come to light someday.” He concluded with, “So Happy Father’s Day, you f*****g awful human being.”

A Heartfelt Plea

Currently, Shiloh is the only child legally changing her name, but the overall sentiment seems clear: the children are aligning with their mother amid the ongoing discord between their parents.

Krisann Morel believes Angelina still grapples with abandonment issues, which manifest in her relationship with her children today.

“I don’t know Brad Pitt, but he seems like a decent person, and he resembles Jon, so this is a clear repetition of the past. Angie has no real understanding of what a normal family looks like. Brad does; he came from one,” she said in 2016.

“These kids have been through enough. Angie is attempting to sever their connection with their father just as her mother did with hers. There is so little stability for these children as they move around so much—she is threatening to take away the only stability they have.”

My Boyfriend Invited Me to Thanksgiving with His Family, but When They Showed Me Their Family Photos, We Were All Shocked

When Liz joins her boyfriend Jim’s family for Thanksgiving, she’s charmed by their warmth and quirky traditions, until an innocent dive into family photo albums takes a creepy turn. A mysterious woman appears in the background of decades-old pictures, sending the family into a supernatural panic. But just as chaos peaks, Jim drops a bombshell…

Thanksgiving at Jim’s family home felt like stepping into a holiday movie. You know, the kind with twinkling lights, a crackling fireplace, and the scent of homemade pie wafting through the air.

A cozy living room | Source: Midjourney

A cozy living room | Source: Midjourney

His mom, Eleanor, buzzed around the kitchen with effortless grace, pulling out a golden-brown turkey and buttery rolls. His dad, Harold, delivered groan-worthy dad jokes at regular intervals, while his younger brother, Max, showed me the quirky traditions that made this family unforgettable.

“Here,” Max said, handing me a ridiculous turkey hat with googly eyes. “It’s mandatory for the family photo.”

I laughed as Jim slipped one on too, rolling his eyes in mock despair.

A woman wearing a turkey hat | Source: Midjourney

A woman wearing a turkey hat | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, welcome to the clan, Lizzie,” he said. “We’re all prisoners to Mom’s traditions.”

I didn’t feel like a prisoner at all. This was the kind of family dynamic I’d always dreamed of. It was the laughter, the warmth, and everyone working in sync, even if it was chaotic. I loved it all.

After dinner, as we settled into the cozy living room, Eleanor clapped her hands.

“Now, Liz, since you’re new to the fold, it’s time for the tradition!”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Jim visibly stiffened next to me.

“Mom, no, let’s skip it this year. We don’t need to do that every time I bring someone home!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey!” she said, waving him off. “You’ll love this, Liz! We always show Jim’s baby photos, and let me tell you, darling, it’s a hoot!”

Jim groaned.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Brace yourself, babe,” he muttered to me, picking up his glass of whiskey.

Eleanor emerged from the hall with a gigantic, worn photo album. She flipped it open with gusto, and the room lit up with laughter.

This. I loved this. My family hadn’t been very close. My parents tried when we were younger, but at some point, they realized that they didn’t want to do the close parenting thing. For Thanksgiving this year, my brother was with his friends and my parents were in China.

A glass of whiskey on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

A glass of whiskey on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

“Oh! I love this one!” Eleanor said.

It was a photo of baby Jim, and he was undeniably adorable. He was sitting in a high chair, covered in spaghetti. Then there was another one of him as a toddler wearing an oversized Spiderman costume. The captions, written in Eleanor’s cheerful scrawl, were as embarrassing as promised.

“Look at this one!” Max howled. “Jim in the tub with rubber ducks!”

A little boy in a bathtub with rubber ducks | Source: Midjourney

A little boy in a bathtub with rubber ducks | Source: Midjourney

Jim buried his face in his hands while everyone laughed.

“I hate this tradition,” he mumbled, though I could see a hint of a smile.

Then Eleanor turned a page, and the atmosphere shifted.

My eyes landed on a photo of the family posing in their front yard. It was a charming scene—little Jim holding Max’s hand, Eleanor smiling brightly, and Harold standing proudly behind them.

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A woman looking at an album | Source: Midjourney

But in the background, blurred yet unmistakable, was a woman. She wasn’t smiling, and something about her felt… off.

“Who’s that?” I asked, pointing to the figure.

Eleanor frowned.

“Who’s who, dear?”

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A woman looking concerned | Source: Midjourney

“There,” I said, leaning closer. “Behind you all. The woman.”

The room grew quiet. Everyone leaned in, and Harold’s face went pale.

“I… I don’t remember anyone being there,” Eleanor said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Maybe it’s a neighbor?” Max suggested, but his tone was uncertain.

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A close up of an older man | Source: Midjourney

He turned the page, and my stomach dropped.

There she was again!

This time, she was standing under a tree in the background, her face partially obscured by shadows.

Eleanor clutched her chest.

“What is happening? Who is she? Why is she in our photos? Max, pass me my rosary!”

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A rosary on a table | Source: Midjourney

“This… this doesn’t make sense. These pictures are years apart. How could the same woman be in different places?” Harold muttered.

“I need to call Father Thomas,” Eleanor said, pacing the living room. “This is not normal!”

Jim, sitting silently beside me, started shaking slightly. At first, I thought he was overwhelmed. Then I realized he was holding back laughter.

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A panicked older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh my goodness,” Eleanor whispered, her eyes wide. “Is she a ghost? Has she been following us all these years? I told you, Harold! That house we lived in before this one wasn’t right! I told you something felt off…”

Max flipped through the album frantically. The mysterious woman appeared in photo after photo—at the park, behind a picnic table, peering through a window.

And at every page turn, Eleanor’s face paled even further.

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A stack of albums on a table | Source: Midjourney

“This is why I always told you to sage the house, Harold! You never listen to me, do you? Look now! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!”

Jim finally lost it, doubling over with laughter.

“Mom, stop! Stop!” he gasped, tears streaming down his face.

Eleanor spun around, suddenly furious.

A woman holding a large bundle of sage | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a large bundle of sage | Source: Midjourney

“Why are you laughing, Jim?” she asked. “This isn’t funny! Not at all!”

My boyfriend wiped his eyes, barely able to speak through his laughter.

“Because… because I know who she is.”

Everyone froze, myself included. What was this man on about?

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A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

“What? You what?” Eleanor shrieked, throwing a cushion at him.

Jim grinned, holding up his hands.

“Okay, okay! Calm down! It’s just a prank.”

“It’s a what?” Harold gasped.

“Excuse me, what?” Eleanor said, holding her chest.

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A woman holding a cushion | Source: Midjourney

“It’s Photoshop,” he admitted, still grinning. “I learned it for my design certification course. They said that the edits needed to be convincing to pass. So, I used our family photos as practice.”

Eleanor’s jaw dropped.

“You Photoshopped a creepy woman into our family photos? Why on earth would you do that? Where are the originals?”

“Relax, they’re tucked behind the edited photos.”

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A man using his laptop | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t you tell me to relax,” Eleanor said, but we could all see that she had calmed down.

Jim smirked, leaning back on the couch.

“Because you take out these albums every single year and humiliate me in front of whoever I’m dating or family that’s visiting. Every. Single. Time. I told you to stop, and you didn’t. So, I decided to get even with you and Dad.”

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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Max doubled over laughing. “This is the best thing you’ve ever done, bro!”

Harold, who’d been silent for most of the reveal, finally let out a chuckle.

“Well, you’ve got to admit, Eleanor, this is memorable!”

Her face was a mix of horror and reluctant amusement.

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A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

“You scared us half to death, Jim! I thought we were being haunted.”

“Oh, come on, Mom,” my boyfriend laughed. “Admit it, this is way more entertaining than baby Jim in a bathtub.”

For a moment, Eleanor just stared at him, her lips pressed tight. Then, to everyone’s relief, she started laughing. It was the kind of laughter that shook her shoulders and made her wipe tears from her eyes.

“All right, all right,” she said, holding up her hands. “You win. But you’re sorting out that entire album tomorrow!”

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A laughing older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Deal,” Jim said, still grinning.

As the laughter died down, Jim turned to me, his expression sheepish.

“So, Lizzie, welcome to the family?” he said.

I couldn’t stop laughing. It was ridiculous, yes, but it also showed me something about Jim. He wasn’t just clever. He knew how to stand up for himself in the funniest, most unexpected ways.

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A smiling woman holding a mug | Source: Midjourney

This family wasn’t perfect, but they were wholesome, and they were real. And I adored that.

“Come on, it’s time for ice cream cones with all the toppings,” Harold said. “Jim, for pranking us, you do the scooping!”

That night, as we said our goodbyes, Eleanor gave me a warm hug.

“I hope you’ll come back for Christmas, my dear,” she said, her eyes shining.

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A tub of ice cream and toppings | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Jim and smirked.

“I will,” I said. “But only if the photos are ghost-free.”

Eleanor laughed, and Jim groaned. “You’ll never let me live this down, will you?”

A woman standing in a doorway and laughing | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway and laughing | Source: Midjourney

“Never,” I said, slipping my hand into his.

“But I think I’ll sage the house, just in case,” Eleanor said seriously.

As we drove home, turkey hats tucked into the backseat, I couldn’t help but think—I love this goofy, chaotic family already.

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A couple sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

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Priest Conducting Funeral Service for Wealthy Woman Leaned over Her Coffin – He Was Stunned to the Core by What He Saw

When Father Michael is conducting a funeral service for a woman, he notices an oddly shaped birthmark on her neck, exactly like his own. What comes next is a journey of self-discovery through the grieving process. Will Father Michael get the answers he so desperately wants to find?

The cathedral was silent, veiled in the heavy air of loss. Shadows from towering candles flickered along the marble floor as mourners dressed in black filled the pews, their heads bowed in reverence.

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A funeral in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

Eleanor, known throughout the community as a generous but reserved woman, had left behind both a sizable fortune and an enduring mystery.

Father Michael took a deep breath, the weight of yet another funeral pressing on him as he approached her casket. He’d never met Eleanor in person, yet something about her presence had always seemed familiar, almost hauntingly so.

As he moved closer, a strange compulsion stopped him. It was something that he couldn’t explain.

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A priest in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

He paused, then leaned in, bowing his head to begin the prayer. But as he did, his gaze drifted to her neck, and he froze.

Just behind her ear, a small, purplish birthmark stood out against her pale skin. It was almost shaped like a plum, the same shape and color as the one he had carried his whole life.

“How?” he muttered. “What does this mean?”

A woman in a casket | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a casket | Source: Midjourney

A chill shot through him, his hand reaching up to press against his neck. He was well aware that everyone was looking at him, but still, he couldn’t help himself.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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