Jason Momoa’s new relationship is making news after he shared photos of his famous girlfriend.
Fans are noticing that she looks a lot like his ex-wife and their child, which has sparked reactions online.
Some people are uncomfortable, saying that his girlfriend resembles his teenage daughter.
Jason Momoa confirmed that he is dating again. When photos of his new girlfriend surfaced on social media, fans began comparing her to his family. Some believe his ex-wife is more beautiful, while others find it unsettling that his new girlfriend looks similar to his daughter.
Jason Momoa is best known for his lead role in the 2018 film *Aquaman*, where he starred alongside Amber Heard. The two returned to their roles in the highly anticipated sequel, released five years later in 2023.
Jason Momoa was previously married to *The Cosby Show* actress, Lisa Bonet, and the two were seen as a power couple in Hollywood. Their relationship began in 2005 after they were introduced by mutual friends, and they quickly became a beloved pair in the public eye.
At the time, Lisa Bonet, who is 12 years older than Jason Momoa, was a single mother raising her teenage daughter, Zoë Kravitz. Zoë is Bonet’s daughter from her previous marriage to musician Lenny Kravitz. Despite the age difference and family dynamics, Momoa and Bonet formed a strong bond that made them one of Hollywood’s favorite couples.
Through his relationship with Lisa Bonet, Jason Momoa developed close bonds with his stepdaughter, Zoë Kravitz, and her father, Lenny Kravitz. Momoa affectionately calls Zoë “Zozo bear,” while she refers to him as “Papa bear.” Momoa has also spoken highly of Lenny Kravitz, expressing deep respect for him, and that admiration is mutual. Their blended family dynamic has often been praised for its warmth and mutual respect.
Jason Momoa, best known for his role in “Baywatch,” and Lisa Bonet officially tied the knot in October 2017 after more than a decade together. The couple welcomed two children during their relationship: daughter Lola and son Nakoa-Wolf, who are both teenagers now. Despite their eventual separation, the family remains in the public eye due to their close bond and co-parenting.
In a 2018 interview, Jason Momoa expressed his deep admiration for his marriage with Lisa Bonet, sharing how much he enjoyed their relationship. He revealed a side of Bonet many people might not know, saying, “Not a lot of people know how absolutely hysterical she is. She makes me laugh and is just really quirky.” His affectionate words highlighted the playful and humorous connection they shared throughout their time together.
The Hawaii native, Jason Momoa, also spoke highly of Lisa Bonet as a devoted mother, saying, “My wife is amazing. Her ultimate art form is being a phenomenal mother.” He admired her parenting skills and how she balanced life with their children. Momoa further emphasized their strong bond by describing their relationship as a “perfect fit,” showing the deep connection they shared as partners and parents.
“The love between us carries on, evolving in ways it wishes to be known and lived. We free each other to be who we are learning to become,” the couple shared in their joint statement, announcing their separation. Their breakup sent shockwaves among fans, as they had been seen as a strong and loving couple.
Later, an insider revealed that their split was largely due to differing lifestyles and priorities. While Momoa was focused on his booming career and travel, Bonet preferred a more low-key, grounded life, which eventually created distance between them.
“Jason is very focused on his career and wants to work. He has found success and it’s driving him and is very fulfilling. Lisa wants to be in LA and is not interested in going on location for long periods of time with him,” the source disclosed.
According to the insider, Bonet’s priorities shifted as she focused more on health and wellness, which motivated her. Since Momoa’s lifestyle didn’t align with hers, they eventually grew apart and began seeking different things.
Two years after announcing their split, Bonet officially filed for divorce in January 2024. She cited irreconcilable differences and listed October 2020 as the date of separation.
The Superior Court of California approved the divorce filing the day after Bonet submitted it. The couple had reportedly agreed on the terms of their divorce before filing, and were granted joint custody of their children. Neither child support nor spousal support was awarded.
Since the breakup, Momoa has found love again with another well-known Hollywood figure. The 32-year-old woman is also a divorcee. She was previously married to lawyer Edgardo Carnales, whom she wed in July 2019.
However, the pair, who kept their romance private, divorced in June 2023 after over three years of marriage. She listed their separation date as January 2023 and requested that both parties’ rights to support be terminated.
She once praised her famous father in an interview, saying, “He motivates me and pushes my limits, making sure I’m always growing as an artist.” Before hitting it big in Hollywood, Arjona worked as a waitress and hostess in New York City.
At the time, she was studying acting at the Lee Strasberg Theatre and Film Institute. She reflected, “I learned the value of money and working hard. It helped me because I got used to being on my feet. And I think today I can handle 16-hour days thanks to my experience as a waitress.”
The Hollywood star shared, “I have a mother who is extremely spiritual and positive. She guides me through every obstacle in my life.”
This was when the “Game of Thrones” actor went public with his new relationship with Puerto Rican actress Adria Arjona. Arjona, who is 12 years younger than him, was featured in several of his photos. In one of the pictures, she was smiling while sitting on his lap.
“She actually looks like his ex-wife Lisa Bonet, just younger,” wrote one person. Another user agreed, saying, “Looks like a younger Lisa.”
Arjona has starred in movies like “Pacific Rim: Uprising,” “Hit Man,” “Father of the Bride,” and “Triple Frontier.” Besides their shared passion for acting, she and Momoa also bond over another mutual interest.
Adria Arjona and Jason Momoa’s relationship continues to capture the public’s attention. As they share more glimpses of their life together, fans are excited to see how their love story unfolds.
My Neighbor Poured Cement over My Flower Garden Because the Bees Annoyed Him—He Never Expected Payback from the ‘Sweet Old Lady’ Next Door
Mark moved in with a scowl and a lawnmower that ran with military precision. His neighbor offered him honey and a chance at neighborly peace, but he responded with silence, contempt, and eventually, cement. This is a story about resilience, revenge, and the sting of underestimating kind people.
Neighbors come in all kinds. If you’re lucky, they’re warm or at least quietly distant. But when you’re not, they slice through your happiness, flatten your joy, and shrink the world around you—one complaint, one glare, one tightly coiled burst of anger at a time.
I’m 70 years old, and a mother of two, a son, David, and, a daughter, Sarah. I am also a grandmother of five and the proud owner of a home I’ve loved for the past twenty-five years.
A grandmother’s home and her neighbor’s separated with a flower gardens | Source: Midjourney
Back then when I moved in, the yards blended into each other, no fences, no fuss. Just lavender, lazy bees, and the occasional borrowed rake. We used to wave from porches and share zucchini we didn’t ask to grow.
I raised my two kids here. Planted every rose bush with my bare hands and named the sunflowers. I have also watched the birds build their clumsy nests and leave peanuts out for the squirrels I pretended not to like.
A grandmother tending to a flower garden | Source: Midjourney
Then last year, my haven turned into a nightmare because he moved in. His name is Mark, a 40-something who wore sunglasses even on cloudy days and mowed his lawn in dead-straight rows as if preparing for a military inspection.
He came with his twin sons, Caleb and Jonah, 15. The boys were kind and jovial, quick with a wave, and always polite, but they were rarely around. Mark shared custody with their mother, Rhoda, and the boys spent most of their time at her place — a quieter, warmer home, I imagined.
A man with his twin sons stand infront of their house | Source: Midjourney
I tried to see if Mark had the same warmth, but he didn’t. He didn’t wave, didn’t smile, and seemed to hate everything that breathed, something I learned during one of our first confrontations.
“Those bees are a nuisance. You shouldn’t be attracting pests like that,” he would snap from across the fence while mowing his lawn, his voice laced with disdain.
Bees buzzing on a grandmother’s flower garden | Source: Midjourney
I tried to be kind, so I asked if he had an allergy. He looked at me, actually looked through me, and said, “No, but I don’t need to have an allergy to hate those little parasites.”
That was the moment I knew that this wasn’t about bees. This man simply hated life, especially when it came in colors, and moved without asking permission.
A grandmother and man arguing by a flower garden | Source: Midjourney
I still tried, though. One day, I walked over to his door with the jar of honey in hand and said, “Hey, I thought you might like some of this. I can also cut back the flowers near the property line if they’re bothering you.”
Before I could even finish my sentence, he shut the door in my face. No words, just a quick slam.
So, when I opened my back door one morning and saw my entire flower bed, my sanctuary, drowned under a slab of wet, setting cement, I didn’t scream. I just stood there in my slippers, coffee cooling in my hand, the air thick with the bitter, dusty stink of cement and spite.
Flower bed drowned under a slab of wet, setting cement | Source: Midjourney
After calming down, I called out “Mark, what did you do to my garden?”
He looked me up and down, sizing me up with that all-too-familiar smirk as he’d already decided I was nothing more than a nuisance. “I’ve complained about the bees enough. Thought I’d finally do something about it,” he shot back.
I crossed my arms, feeling the weight of his dismissal, the nerve of it all. “You really think I’m just going to cry and let this slide?” I asked, letting the challenge hang in the air.
An angry grandmother | Source: Midjourney
He shrugged, his sunglasses hiding whatever amusement he felt. “You’re old, soft, harmless. What’s a few bees and flowers to someone like you who won’t be here much longer?”
I turned and walked back to my house without another word, letting him believe he had won the battle. But as I stepped inside, I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Here’s the thing Mark didn’t know: I’ve survived childbirth, menopause, and three decades of PTA meetings. I know how to play the long game.
A grandmother plotting revenge | Source: Freepik
First, I went to the police, who confirmed that what he did was a crime, a clear case of property damage, and that if handled by the book, he could be charged.
Then came the quiet satisfaction of reporting his oversized, permitless shed to the city authorities. The one he built right on the property line, bragging to Kyle next door about “skipping the red tape.”
Well, the inspector didn’t skip as he measured, and guess what? The shed was two feet over, on my side. He had thirty days to tear it down and he ignored it but then came the fines.
A shed in a garden | Source: Midjourney
Eventually, a city crew in bright vests showed up with a slow but deliberate swing of sledgehammers against the wood. It was methodical, almost poetic as the shed came down. And the bill? Let’s just say karma came with interest. But I wasn’t finished.
I filed in small claims court, armed with a binder so thick and organized it could’ve earned its own library card as it contained photos, receipts, and even dated notes on the garden’s progress.
Well-arranged documents | Source: Freepik
I wasn’t just angry; I was prepared. When the court day came, he showed up empty-handed and scowling. I, on the other hand, had evidence and righteous fury.
The judge ruled in my favor. Naturally. He was ordered to undo the damage: jackhammer out the cement slab, haul in fresh soil, and replant every last flower — roses, sunflowers, lavender — exactly as they had been.
A man working in a flower garden | Source: Midjourney
Watching him fulfill that sentence was a kind of justice no gavel could match. July sun blazing, shirt soaked in sweat, dirt streaking his arms, and a court-appointed monitor standing by, clipboard in hand, checking his work like a hawk.
I didn’t lift a finger. Just watched from my porch, lemonade in hand, while karma did its slow, gritty work.
A grandmother enjoying her lemonade | Source: Midjourney
Then the bees came back. And not just a few — the local beekeeping association was thrilled to support a pollinator haven. They helped install two bustling hives in my yard, and the city even chipped in a grant to support it.
By mid-July, the yard was alive again, buzzing, blooming, and vibrant. Sunflowers leaned over the fence like curious neighbors, petals whispering secrets. And those bees? They took a particular interest in Mark’s yard, drawn to the sugary soda cans and garbage he always forgot to cover.
Bees buzzing in a sunflower garden | Source: Midjourney A grandmother working in her sunflower garden | Source: Midjourney
Every time he came out, swatting and muttering, the bees swarmed just close enough to remind him. I’d watch from my rocking chair, all innocence and smiles.
Just a sweet old lady, right? The kind who plants flowers, tends to bees, and doesn’t forget.
A grandmother working in her sunflower garden | Source: Midjourney
What can you learn from Mark on how not to treat your neighbors?
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