SAD NEWS: GMA host Lara Spencer Breaks Down over her husband David Haffenreffer, 57. Viewers can’t hold back their Tears over what happened to her!
“GMA” co-host Lara Spencer is splitting from her husband of 15 years, CNN reporter-turned-real-estate-broker David Haffenreffer, Page Six can exclusively reveal.
The couple told Page Six in a statement: “After a lot of thought, care and consideration, we have decided to end our marriage. It’s a sad decision that did not come easily, especially because we respect and love each other and our children. They remain our top priority. We will raise them and care for them together.”
We’re told the couple, who live in Greenwich, Conn., are remaining friends and the split is amicable. In fact, they’ve headed out of town for a vacation with their kids, Kate and Duff, this week.
Spencer married Haffenreffer in 2000 in Southampton while she was a reporter for WABC-TV and a “GMA” contributor. Haffenreffer was a contributor at the time to “Ahead of the Curve,” a morning show on CNN.
In a video for Martha Stewart Weddings, Spencer explained she wanted to marry in Southampton because “that’s where our courtship began and where it continues.” And, “The dream is my closest friends and family in a place that’s really special to me,” she said.
The couple moved to Los Angeles from New York in 2009, when Spencer was anchor of entertainment-news show “The Insider.”
Haffenreffer is now a broker at Houlihan Lawrence in Greenwich. And Spencer has renovated a number of homes, including a 1960s-era spread she and Haffenreffer shared in Beverly Hills and her Manhattan studio.
She has also parlayed a love of flea-market shopping into several books, the latest being “Flea Market Fabulous: Designing Gorgeous Rooms with Vintage Treasures,” released last year. She hosted “Antiques Roadshow” and created “Flea Market Flip” on HGTV and Great American Country and “I Brake for Yard Sales” on HGTV.
Spencer was named a co-host at “GMA” in April after serving as a lifestyle anchor for the popular morning show since 2011.
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