“They have always lived through Gabriel's career. Imposing discipline, giving strength and controlling everything closely. Now, he is no longer a boy and shares his life with his wife."
Only one month after wild speculation that Gabriel Medina had formed a loving union with soccer superstar Neymar Jnr, Brazilian media is now reporting on a rift between the two-time world champ and his family after his surprise marriage to actress and model Yasmin Brunet.
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Media there is reporting that “Neither the surfer nor Yasmin follow Charles Medina and Simone Medina, Gabriel’s stepfather, whom he always called his father, and his mother. The two also stopped participating in the networks of the model and her son” and speculates that parental sadness over losing their lil man, the ol empty nest syndrome, may have driven the split.
For those who know the Medina family, Charles and Simone would be concerned about their son’s future on the waves. Although Gabriel opened the 20-21 calendar well, with a runner-up in December, they fear the boy’s focus has shifted.
“They have always lived through Gabriel’s career. Imposing discipline, giving strength and controlling everything closely. Now, he is no longer a boy and shares his life with his wife. It is undeniable how passionate they are,” says a friend.
Yasmin and Gabriel met at the beginning of last year and soon went to quarantine together.
The internship ended at a wedding in December in Hawaii. Without the presence of relatives. Charles and Simone are also afraid, according to people close to them, of the type of exposure that the marriage between Gabriel and Yasmin has.
In a brief search on the internet, most news related to the athlete is about the couple and not their profession. At 27, Gabriel Medina, one of the greatest surfers in the world, still has a lot of waves to catch.
“Their fear is that after so much sacrifice, everything will fall apart because of the marriage,” says one of the sources.
She’s a dead root.
not at all…….my Partner /Manager in the USA is the Psychologist at Camp Pendleton….so get to chat about how he is blown away by the results from MDMA
More importantly what does Neymar think about all this!
“won 2 x the amount of comps” You must have been a big fan of barton Lynch, Damian Hardgood and Mike Lambresi. Does Gabby’s Judge assisted comp record make him a better surfer than Dane? Than Bruce? Gabby the whining bitch isn’t even in the top 30 of professional surfers of all time. And you should shoot yourself now, whining, and acid trip level, sycophant.
Can I get your crack dealer’s number, he must sell some good shit, for you to believe let alone shared that opinion. Go wank off with Bex to some more Gabby the Whiner porn. He makes CJ Hobgood look like a real champ.
Jack Robbo beat him to it in both cases getting hitched and dumping his overbearing father.
Can please hold your bickering for a minute and just let people share. It’s not like your position on these issues is hot news to anyone here.
I’m still betting that Gab’s is smoking Neymar’s pole and this Yasmin he married is a ‘beard’.
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Has everyone forgotten Ian Thorpe had a girlfriend, who ended up marrying Shane Watsom, even Elton John was married to a woman.
If his chick wasn’t so tasty I might’ve thrown up in my own mouth watching that bloody video. I guess the positive takeaway is that we might not have to see Charlie’s grumpy head anymore or have any repeats of the dreadful “BURN HIM” incident we saw at the pipe comp a while back.
I wonder how Neymar Jr feels, or is she just a paid actor under the employ of said soccer star so they can perpetuate their secret affair?! Time will tell I guess.
What makes me want to throw up on Bex (from a safe distance) is the PR genius who created this joke of an attempt to bury the tooling anus relationship between Gabby the Whiner and socco-boy; his paid coat hanger, who clearly, has no love for him. This takes the expression the beard to new levels–the Taliban, perhaps. The lamest PR puff piece of all time with the worst actor nee actress of all time. Fly the rainbow flag proudly Gabby don’t cave into accurate media reports. If you’re gay you’re, well, gay. Who cares. But don’t insult my or the limited intelligence of the BG community with this crap. Fuck you, socco-boy, your PR genius and phony “Wife.” And especially fuck Charlie for forcing the charade nee canard upon the world.
good chance Charlie popped up from behind a tree during the nuptials and screamed “burn him”
so no real life experiences , except reading others …..rational is relative ……
old sick people mostly in aged care….so explain to me genius where did aged care come from?
Yeah I actually couldn’t be bothered going into contest details with young Chadwick, as I feel I’d done enough explaining their home/love lives that he’d initially been commenting on.
I’ll let you let him know the rest.
Thanks in advance…
What the fuck did I do to get dragged into this conversation for fucks sake. At 58 i`ll take the young bit though if that ok. Thanks in advance.
There’s been much speculation and cruel innuendo concerning the absence of some previously frequent commenters. Here’s what I could find out via the coconut wireless:
Hippy
The highly garrulous commenter and sometime article submitter was known for his thoughtful insights on all things surfing – strike that – just all things. There was no limit to his encyclopedic exploits, most often the curious rambles and offshoots of his once thriving event-cum-wedding planner business. After taking too many brutal poundings in the shallows of the comments section, he heeded the stern advice of his physician and retired to Jen See’s garage where he is presently compiling his memoir. He will forever regret going left at Sunset.
Scott San Diego
Another of BG’s most prolific commenters and a proud goofy foot to boot, he was, by his own admission, a fervent hard line politic with a hard leaning right bend. Presently missing in action, SSD suffered no fools and there is a rumor (or rumour, ya frikin Aussies) that he took up Kunty’s invitation for a duel under the pier at Hanalei bay where, from what my many unreliable sources inform me, he remains, patiently waiting for Kunty to get his Mom’s permission to leave her basement.
LGR
The artist formerly known as Lemoore Goat Rodeo, went by several handles during his prodigious career as a commenter. Dear to all of our hearts, he boasts a colossal body of work. His impressive circle of surf star acquaintances made all Gritters feel that the north shore was indeed a real place and not just a conspiracy concocted by the nerds at NASA. A dedicated family man, for many years he held court from his beachside lanai whilst lounging on his cheap hammock. Although spotted furtively around the comments section, some fear he is another casualty of the conspiracy of covid and was forced to move to a Micronesian hovel somewhere near HNL airport.
Bex
Possibly the most profuse of all commenters in the modern era, Bex’s daily output was quite copious and knew no bounds. Put simply, Bex was tireless and often annoying but could be reliably counted on not to let any article pass without comment. His biting and witty humor (humour) was often overshadowed by paranoid delusions of a helter-skelter like takeover of the planet by people of color. It’s been reported that Bex is spending his days watching Gabby Medina porn while imploring Negs to allow him back into the lineup. Bexy was last seen hiding out in a burka and eating black dog, lovingly prepared by his lavish Pinay, hoping and praying to Allah that Brutus doesn’t finally find him.
Fucking gold!
and Otto seems to be missing ? Who’s to say Bex was found or not?
Where is Scott San Diego? Waves have been subpar as of late. Maybe he went on a snowboard trip…
Ya know it would be really interesting to see Gabe do a tour without dragging that goddam family around with him & out of the influence of Charlie!
By the way married last December- how did that go unnoticed?
a bloke gets married and his life starts to stray from the path he walked before marriage. not entirely unheard of.
gabs wants a momma chichi on the beach…..not a clingy step dad.
Thanks T. I often feel ashamed. Seems like such a first world problem, depression…a “luxury” not afforded those who are just trying to keep food on the table. And I “have so much to be grateful for” but fuck does it demolish my heart to watch my three young kids drive off with their mom when my time with them is up…I’ve lost the only family I’ve ever had and the loneliness, regret, and sadness is unbearable and constant. And surfing these days just exacerbates the loneliness. I feel so alone in the world when I surf, even with friends out. Like an astronaut untethered from his spacecraft, drifting aimlessly away from any meaningful connection into the abyss. So surfing, which was for many many years my means of escape and among other things my carrot on the stick that kept me constantly looking forward to something, has become something I couldn’t care less about anymore. And the near constant suicidal thoughts…ok that’s enough from me. I’m really sorry to be a bummer. I would do anything not to hurt anymore but for the sake of my kids I keep going through the motions day by tear stained day. It’s no way to live but better than the alternative I guess…anyway, sad song over. Thanks for listening
I would try and become connected with your community like doing volunteer work etc. I’m sure you have special skills that you could teach others. Being isolated and alone is not good. Reach out to others and maybe go to support groups and learn about how others in your situation are dealing with it. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a disease not a weakness or flaw.
Yeah that’s a good call. I was really plugged into my local community for awhile but I’ve lost connection w most of my married friends since the divorce. Unfortunately there’s not many support group resources out here on my island but I could always start one. I do isolate a lot which I know is dangerous and unhealthy but I just get so overwhelmed with sadness that it becomes very difficult to do even the most elementary things. But yeah, your advice is solid and well-received.
hey some guy…..you keep using the word connection….start a support group even if there is just one other person , reconnect do not let this disease tear you down. I am sure your kids adore you and are inwardly struggling with the seperation of their parents…….stay connnected , in fact try and connect more , as it’s about the quality of time spent together , and the love that you can give your kids. It’s really easy to become the victim especially with depression , as there negative voices in your head that are not real…..when you get emotional, those negative voices just over power your logic and your self worth plummets into a dangerous downward spiral…..fellowship /connection ….make your first goal , supporting your kids with the love they need , in giving you will find yourself rebuilding the man that you are……your life has changed forever , but you have the choice of making a new positive life, with your kids…..
Depression is a sickness , like covid , nothing to be ashamed of , but you have a choice….so get out there and start working at life….not sure what medication you are on……but hopefully you have seen professionals who have diagnosed and prescribed the appropriate medicine……???
I had undiagnosed PTSD/Depression for 36 years , the unravelling of why/how and a path forward has been and is still a day to day proposition….My wife left me after 46 years….she was just burnt out….so yeah had a time of being a sad victim, crying daily/nightly, substance abuse to cope, 100 sleeping pills on the table for 3 mths….I became a recluse and was literally killing myself….a walking Zombie…and here I am today 2 years on…..rebuilding , reconnecting …giving and back to loving my family …..I still struggle with the negative voices and every day is a challenge….but now I see everyday is an adventure….I am a better person lots of work still to do….in fact I feel like I am now in my most creative part of life….
You can’t do it alone….just don’t be scared to ask for help……fuck I feel like flying to your island and giving you a big hug….look you in the eye and say how can I help….?
Thanks MC, I appreciate greatly you taking the time to write. I know you get it. And your big hug would be humbly welcomed. Problem is I wouldn’t let go and you’d have a shoulder full of snot and tears to deal with. I do have good friends who care about me but at the end of the day I still come home to a house full of ghosts and go to bed alone. Fuck I sound like such a victim. I’m sorry. I’m really not of anything other than being abandoned by my mom at age 6 which was the original psychic axe wound to my heart and soul, and of being left by my wife who flatly stated many times she’d never divorce me..but to her credit, I live with myself 24-7 and I know I’m no sunny day picnic. I guess like you said, she just got burnt out. I just never had a family growing up aside from my surf rat friends and so having the only one I’ve ever had ripped away is a blow I sometimes don’t think I’ll recover from. Your words give me something resembling a faint glimpse of hope though so thank you.
Mate I feel your pain…I didn’t know who was my mum until 10 years ago…always been alone…I had no identity or connection until I had kids , had untreated PTSD and depression 36 years…..just been thru hell the last 3 years…..coming back now stronger than ever….lets have a chat??
@Som@disqus_HBLmQP68lS:disqus sounds like you’re currently struggling, feel free to chat in this old thread mate.
@Ch@channelbottom:disqus been through some shit also and can ping pong words
Unfortunately, as seems to be the norm these days, the comments under that article are for a different one…but I really appreciate the offer.
Yeah did that on purpose, it’s an old thread where you first spoke about what you’re going though. Sorta hidden in the back end if you’re feeling left a bit embarrassed about any attention.
Write something about the black dog, your experience, dark as you wish vent it out man. doesn’t have to be surf centric.. it might help? send it to me I’ll pass onto Derek?
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Thanks Negs. I’m so fucking worn out. The only thing keeping me going at this point is crushing tins and playing poker all night. It’s such a pitiful, ragged existence. Maybe one of these nights if I happen upon the right combo of booze, winning hands, and nostalgia…in any case, thanks for offering man, I can tell you care and that in very much appreciated.
Move.
Keep moving and the brain will follow eventually, shit will change. But you gotta do the Mahi.
🙏 thanks for sharing buddy. Be gentle on yourself, hang tough when the going is tough, and most of all #KFG – just keep fucking going. Eventually a pathway forwards will illuminate. Also, there is a juicy genre of quit-lit here on BG – you write well perhaps yours is a voice to add if you feel comfortable sharing? Even just writing and leaving can be therapeutic….. sending lotsa love man….
Thanks man, I’m doing my absolute best to KFG no matter how badly I hurt but that “eventually” thing seems light years away. It just does not get any easier, in fact quite the opposite. Seems like each new day of suffering causes me to further fall into the abyss and the deeper I fall the less chance I have of ever finding my way out. I don’t know how to feel joy or happiness anymore, if I ever actually did. But your love is felt and received with gratitude OR. Thank you
Respect for the introspective thought mate. I’m no source of great advice but I hope you keep on keeping on. Even your own self analysis shows an intelligent and insightful person that the world is better off keeping
ChuR
Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that.
I’m just on the other side of your experience. Yeah everything felt like work. Work to get out of bed, work to feed yourself, work to go surfing, work to get the strength for a fake smile to get though the day.
It is hard to talk to people about it. Ive always used black humour as a means of coping but some people cant handle to hear that two hours ago I was crawled up in a ball with crippling anxiety crying in the hallway to scared to leave the house.
But those that can, give them a call.
Keep moving is the best advice I can give. Mentality and physically. And I dont mean running marathons or big fitness plans as I hate exercising just keep moving in any form one step in front of the other it helps train the brain to move.
Its totally fine to go backwards too, just keep plodding forward after. I’m 47 and Life doesn’t seem to get any easier but the dudes in the next age bracket above seem to get some joy back eventfully.
Little things like seeing the sun come up helped me day to day. And laughing, even its small as reading shit here and gaining a smile.
Love helps, and connection. Your kids smiles will do for now. but you know, don’t be shy.
wow , we all seem to revel in the black humor….everyone has their coping mechanisms with depression….anxiety often ends up in paranoia ……sometimes I have episodes of psychotic behaviour which are violent…..to the point now , the easiest is , go home to my bedroom , take a Dizapan ,smoke a joint sleep for 4-5 hrs, wake up smoke 2 joints take a sleeping pill and come out of my bedroom 18 hrs later . My counsellors say that the fact I have faith that in the morning ,that the wave of negative voices and destructive thoughts are gone…..is a coping mechanism that works and that I have identified when I feel edgy , it’s not the real me …I’ll be back in the morning , the real me!
Thanks Negs, I’m glad to hear you’re on the other side. I’d fucking do anything to get there but it’s been a year and a half of constant unrelenting sadness and despair with no end in sight. Although I so feel your pain lying fetal crippled w anxiety I’m also relieved to know I’m not alone in feeling like shit. I mean, I know this rationally but this disease is anything but rational and sometimes I look around and see families enjoying each other and feel terminally fucking unique in my misery. I’m sure you eventually realized you had to get on w your day so you got up once the tempest slowed to a squall and on you went. What else is there to do ultimately? Besides…well that can’t be an option bc I have 3 kids that need me but fuck am I dying inside. I cry every fucking day multiple times a day sometimes for hours on end. I’m watching my kids play and be totally in the moment knowing that in 15 minutes I’ll have to drop them off w their mom and watch my heart drive off without me. I do try to keep moving, force myself to surf through the loneliness, exercise which I also hate, and do what I’m supposed to day to day but I just want to be done. I just don’t want to hurt any fucking motherfucking more. But thanks so much for taking the time to reply. It really does mean much to me.
Ahhh Man I feel for ya. All those boring cliches which sounded like a impossible 10 foot high rubix cube at the time in retrospect are true. Time heals, one day at a time… Hope you have got people around you, if not join something or pay a pro. Break your routine with something new for yourself.
Solid sleep patterns was real helpful for me and took a long time to get on top of… was shocking at not being able to sleep or waking up staring at the ceiling from 2am to 7am, then crashing during the day. Even just sleeping at times i shouldn’t be because my mind was exhausted.
Keep at it mate xx
I’m trying to believe that time heals but like you I’m 47 and have been devising myriad ways to sidestep the hurt I’ve always felt inside since I was a kid. In this case, I feel as if each day I get a little worse…a little closer to reconciling myself to my own death, as morbid as that sounds. I rationalize that my kids have each other and a mom and family and friends that love them dearly. I had no siblings or mom to help me deal with my pain. If I wanted to sleep at night rest assured that Michael Myers wasn’t waiting in my closet to hack me to bits as an 8 year old boy, I had to run petrified into wild desperation straight to that bitch and open it with my eyes closed tight in terror fully expecting to be hacked to bits if I was to have any chance of falling asleep psychologically unmolested. Nobody was gonna do it for me, poor me I know. My kids will be OK without me, is what I tell myself in my darkest moments, when the thought of ending my life brings such sweet relief of finally FINALLY no more sadness, no more pain, no more frost bitten loneliness. For me anyway. Yeah. Selfish, I know. So I keep going, keep drinking to feel better and then smoking a little bud when I’ve got a good buzz and then getting all excited bc momentarily my mind has respite from the unrelenting vice grip of depression, loneliness and loss. And yeah, new routines. So important and when Ive got a nice buzz, so easy to envision and get excited about. Until I wake up tomorrow morning in absolute agony. Fuck man I really need to stop and let you guys carry on doing what you do without my self aggrandizing putting on Morissey when all the bros are rocking out problems in the proverbial dust to Iron Maiden.
My Daughter (13 at the time) asked me to not drink for a month after I sat my kids down and told them what the hell was going on in their Parents lives. It actually helped and I havent had any drugs since a little while before that anyway as that was big part of the problem. But a clear head helps.
Your Kids wont be alright without you. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and without you to tell them what you’ve said above and your life experiences they wont understand whats going on in their heads. It’s the only job in life that matters.
I’ve found that depressed people are very raw, open, humbled and honest. That’s a good trait for a Parent to have even if they are totally struggling with themselves.
Have you been to a psychotherapist?? My new Gal is slowly training to be one so I know a bit that approach and it sounds like with your up bringing it would help.
And no, you’re not raining on the parade down here… most of us are miserable! the headline story might die but the comments below stay active. So call in anytime on this thread or any other and keep up the chats.
You have a smart daughter.
Hows this month going for ya Bud?
Start writing all that stuff down. You’re clearly comfortable with words. Lose yourself in the typewriter.
I want to but despite all my best intentions, I get so wrapped up in just trying to make it through the day that anything outside the purview of survival first, then figuring out how to make enough money to pay my mortgage and child support, falls along the wayside which is littered with unfulfilled potential and unwritten words.
So who is going to hire Charlie as his coach? – The cunt who wants to win a championship, that’s who!
Uber Brasilia
Beard theater!!
Apparently the only reason he got married was so that he could beat John John at something.
Double J single F has been married for ages though.
Even Nathan is.
Ivan’s the only one of the brothers still at home with mum…
Didn’t know that. I guess Gabby’s always destined to be runner-up then!
Don’t know how ya work that one out though.
Seeing as they both have two world titles, its more accurate to say they’re neck and neck on a very equal footing, with neither having competitive dominance over the other…
Fuck off watch JJF on any wave anywhere, there’s no competition. Gabby at J-Bay demonstrated last year that he’s not even a good surfer, Wanker and Pootfer.
Poofter.
Poofter, that’s your weak tit, ad hominem, response. Well as they say in sunny Manchester, it takes a tosser to toss a salad.
Typo, pootfer = poofter. It’s proper spelling and grammar with extinguishes us from the Mongol races.
Ben…you’re really slipping, I think you meant which not with not to mention also intended to say distinguishes us not extinguishes…
Must have been a late night at the Turkish bath house
“meant which not with not to mention also intended” = ????
Extinguishes was a play on words.
The life of a lawyer is humorless, so enjoy.
I actually got the extinguishes i’m sorry for being Pedantic, I’m happy that you were employing a play on words…there is hope for you yet.
Cheers,
pedantic isn’t capitalized
Nathan’s probably got the most scary father in law in surfing!
if it not on instagram it didnt happen.
And Bex