Carrie Underwood and husband Mike Fisher make a perfect celebrity couple. The pair tied the knot in 2010 in a dreamy wedding in Georgia.
The winner of the fourth season of American Idol and the Ottawa Senators hockey player at a backstage meet-and-greet following one of her concerts. Carrie’s initial reaction to Mike was “hot, hot, hot.”
Their relationship was challenging at the beginning because Carrie resided in Nashville while Mike lived in Canada at the time.
“I mean, can I make dating more difficult?” the Grammy Award winner once said during an episode of VH1’s Behind the Music. “Let’s get a hockey guy who lives in another country. Awesome.”
The two stayed in touch through phone calls before meeting again in person around three months following their initial meeting.
In her songs, Carrie often sings about heartbreak, but her real love life can’t be any better.
Speaking to People, she once said, “I feel like he is the person I was meant to be with.”
In their 2020 docuseries, Mike and Carrie: God & Country, the songstress and the athlete admitted to facing several highs and lows in their marriage.
“We learn from each other and have spirited discussions about things that we disagree on, but at the end of the day, we love each other very much,” she said in an episode.
However, no matter the challenges, the couple learned how to communicate through their differences.
The couple share two children together, Isaiah, born in 2015, and Jacob, born in 2019.
“I love my role as a mom and wife. In addition to what I get to do onstage, I go to baseball practice,” Carrie shared in a May 2023 interview with Vegas Magazine. “It’s wonderfully ordinary, and I love that. In a lot of ways, I lead a double life. I’m mom at home, and then I fly away to Vegas or to go on tour.”
Of course, when she’s busy touring, she gets a lot of help from Mike who’s taking care of the kids.
Back in 2017, she experienced a fall and broke her wrist. It was a tough period which Carrie says wouldn’t have been able to overcome easily had it not been for her husband.
“He is so levelheaded about everything, and when I was dealing with everything, not just emotionally but hormonally, when you’re going on that roller coaster of pregnant, not pregnant, pregnant, not pregnant, I was probably not very easy to love, to be honest,” she shared with People. “And to have somebody so even-keeled, he was my lifeline, keeping me grounded.”
The couple celebrated their 13th wedding anniversary last year and they are still going strong.
I Wanted to Teach My Husband a Lesson for Cheating on Me, but Life Punished Me Instead
Bethany’s perfect life shatters when she discovers a love note hidden in her husband’s jacket, hinting at his infidelity. Devastated and consumed by betrayal, she spirals into a quest for revenge that may destroy the very family she cherishes.
My name is Bethany, and I had everything a woman could ask for: a devoted husband, Noah, and two wonderful kids, Darcy and Jake. Every morning, I’d wake up feeling blessed, thinking, “This is it. I’ve made it.”
Until one mistake destroyed everything.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was doing one of those deep cleans where you end up finding all sorts of forgotten treasures and junk. I was sorting through Noah’s jackets, wondering how one man could need so many, when I felt something crinkle in the pocket.
Curious, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, thinking it was an old receipt or a shopping list.
I unfolded the note, and my heart stopped. The words blurred as my mind tried to make sense of them.
“I will never forget Friday night. You were the best! I love you! I hope you will still divorce her and we will have the children we dream of!”
My hands shook. My first thought was denial. No, this couldn’t be true. Noah had said he was working late that Friday. He even brought home a project he was supposedly working on.
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I sat down, clutching the note, my mind racing.
For days, I was a mess. My perfect life began to crumble. I couldn’t look at Noah without seeing those words, imagining him with someone else. The betrayal cut deeper than I ever thought possible.
I became distant, preoccupied. Noah noticed, of course, but every time he asked if something was wrong, I brushed him off with a weak smile and a “just tired, that’s all.”
Darcy and Jake sensed the tension too.
Darcy would ask, “Mommy, are you okay?” And I’d plaster on a smile, trying to reassure her. But the cracks were showing, and everyone around me started to notice.
Friends invited me out, sensing I needed a break, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. I was drowning in a sea of confusion and hurt.
So, I did something I’d never done before. I went to a bar alone. The dim lights and low hum of conversation felt like a cocoon where I could hide from my reality. I ordered a drink. Then another. And another.
“Is this seat taken?” a smooth voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up to see a charming stranger with a warm smile. His name was Mark, and he had this easy confidence about him.
“I can’t,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how it got there! Is this why you’ve been so distant lately? Why didn’t you talk to me?”
“Because you would’ve denied it, just like you’re doing now!” I shot back.
Noah flinched. He looked at me, his eyes filled with so much pain, but then his expression hardened.
“So, this is your solution?” he gestured to Mark. “Instead of talking to me, you go out and hook up with the first Casanova you find?”
In the silence of our empty home, I reflected on everything that had happened. Trust and communication, I realized, were the foundations of any relationship. Without them, everything crumbles.
I sat down and wrote a letter to Noah, pouring my heart out. I apologized, begged for forgiveness, and promised to do better. I told him I loved him and that I understood if he needed time. But I hoped, someday, he could forgive me.
In seeking revenge, I had only punished myself the most. It was time to start making things right.
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