Liam Hemsworth and his girlfriend, Gabriella Brooks, went out for a date night at the London premiere of Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga.
On Friday, May 17, Liam, 34, and Gabriella, 28, posed for photos on the red carpet. Liam dressed casually in a baseball cap, black sweatshirt, and jeans, while Gabriella wore an elegant black silk dress.
Liam’s brother, Luke Hemsworth, 43, joined them on the red carpet. They were there to support their other brother, Chris Hemsworth, 40, who stars in the movie as the villain Immorten Joe, opposite Anya-Taylor Joy, who plays Furiosa. The movie premieres in theaters on May 24.
Liam’s appearance at the premiere comes while he is filming the fourth season of Netflix’s The Witcher. He is taking over the lead role of Geralt of Rivia from Henry Cavill. Netflix plans to film the fourth and fifth seasons back-to-back.
Liam and Gabriella, who have been dating since 2019, are usually private about their relationship on social media. They only post photos of each other occasionally. In March, Gabriella shared a photo of Liam in a series of pictures on Instagram of her swimming in the ocean. She captioned the post, “First swim of Spring it was freezing :),” and included a photo of Liam smiling in a car. Before that, she posted a picture of them together in December 2023 at the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne.
The couple was first seen together in public in December 2019, having lunch with Liam’s parents in Byron Bay, Australia. A source told Us Weekly at the time that Liam’s family likes Gabriella, which is very important to him. The insider also said that Liam feels comfortable with her.
In December 2021, Gabriella explained to Stellar magazine why she likes to keep their relationship private. She said, “My personal relationship is very, very important and very sacred to me. In an industry where so much is put out on show, there are some things you just want to keep to yourself. I understand the interest in our relationship, but at the end of the day, I like having that for me.”
MY HUSBAND SPENT OUR FAMILY’S SAVINGS FOR A CAR ON A PARIS TRIP FOR HIS MOM — SO I TAUGHT HIM A LESSON ABOUT FINANCES.
The weight of the betrayal settled in my stomach like a cold stone. Three years. Three years of sacrifice, of pinching pennies and foregoing simple pleasures, all for a car that would keep our family safe. And he’d squandered it. On a whim. On a trip to Paris for his mother.
David, bless his oblivious heart, seemed genuinely surprised by my reaction. He’d always been a mama’s boy, and I’d tolerated it, even indulged it, to a point. But this? This was beyond the pale.
“It’s my money too!” he’d protested, his voice rising in that familiar defensive tone. “She deserves it! You can’t put a price on gratitude.”
I’d simply stared at him, my mind reeling. Gratitude? What about gratitude for the sacrifices I’d made, for the countless hours I’d spent juggling work, kids, and household chores? What about gratitude for the safety of our children?
I knew arguing would be futile. He was locked in his own world of justifications, and I wasn’t about to waste my breath. Instead, I retreated, a quiet fury simmering beneath my composed exterior.
Over the next few days, I played the part of the understanding wife. I smiled, nodded, and even helped him pack his mother’s suitcase. I listened patiently as he recounted his mother’s excited phone calls, her plans for sightseeing and shopping.
But beneath the surface, I was plotting. I was determined to teach him a lesson about finances, about responsibility, about the true meaning of family.
First, I contacted his mother. I explained the situation, the crumbling van, the precarious state of our family finances. She was mortified. She’d always been a sensible woman, and she was appalled by her son’s impulsive decision. She offered to pay for the trip herself, but I declined. Instead, I suggested a compromise. She could still go to Paris, but for a shorter period, a weekend getaway rather than a full week. The difference in cost would be returned to our car fund.
Next, I tackled the issue of David’s “my money too” argument. I opened a joint account, separate from our everyday expenses, and deposited the remaining car fund, along with the money his mother had returned. I then created a detailed budget, outlining our household expenses, including the cost of a new (used) car. I presented it to David, highlighting the glaring discrepancy between our needs and his impulsive spending.
I also introduced him to the concept of “family meetings.” Every Sunday, we would sit down together, discuss our finances, and make joint decisions about spending. The kids were included, too, learning about the value of money and the importance of saving.
Finally, I decided to address the issue of his mother’s constant demands. I didn’t want to create a rift between them, but I needed to establish boundaries. I suggested that we set aside a small portion of our budget for gifts and experiences for both our families, to be agreed upon by both of us.
The changes weren’t immediate. David grumbled about the budget, about the “unnecessary” family meetings. But slowly, he began to understand. He started to appreciate the sacrifices I’d made, the careful planning that kept our family afloat. He even started to enjoy the family meetings, seeing them as an opportunity to connect with the kids and make joint decisions.
The day we drove our newly purchased (used) car home, David looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and gratitude. “Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere. “For teaching me.”
I smiled. “We’re a team, David,” I said. “And teams work together.”
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