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I have remained silent for years and have made every effort to keep these matters private. Unfortunately, my family and their team continued to go to the press, leaving me no choice but to speak out for myself and tell the truth about only some of the lies that were printed.

I don’t want to make peace with my family. I’m not being controlled, I’m standing up for myself for the first time in my life. My entire life, my family has controlled the media narratives about our family. Performative social media posts, family events, and inauthentic relationships were a fixture of the life I was born into.

Recently, I have seen with my own eyes how far they will go to spread countless lies to the media, often at the expense of innocent people, in order to protect their own image. But I believe that the truth will always come out.

My parents have been trying non-stop to destroy my relationship since before my wedding and it hasn’t stopped. Despite how excited she was to wear Nicola’s design, my mother canceled making Nicola’s dress at the eleventh hour, forcing her to urgently find a new dress.

Weeks before our big day, my family repeatedly pressured and tried to bribe me into signing away the rights to my name; This would affect me, my wife, and our future children.

They were very insistent that I sign before my wedding date because then the terms of the agreement would start to work. My extension affected payday and they have never treated me the same since.

During the wedding planning my mother went so far as to call me “bad” because Nicola and I chose to include my Nanny Sandra and Nicola’s Naunni at our table because neither of them had a husband. Both our parents had their own desk equally adjacent to ours.

The night before our wedding, family members told me that Nicola was “not blood related” and “not family”. From the moment I started defending myself with my family, I was subjected to countless attacks from my family, both private and public, sent to the press at their behest.

Even my siblings were sent to attack me on social media before they suddenly blocked me last summer.

My mother missed my first dance, which my wife and I had planned weeks in advance to a romantic love song. In front of our 500 wedding guests, Marc Anthony called me to the stage; I was scheduled to have a romantic dance with my wife on the show, but my mother was waiting to dance with me instead.

He danced with me in a very inappropriate way in front of everyone. I have never felt so uncomfortable or humiliated in my entire life. We wanted to renew our vows so we could create new memories of our wedding day that brought us joy and happiness, not anxiety and shame.

No matter how hard we try to get together, my family constantly disrespects my spouse. My mother repeatedly invited women from my past into our lives in ways that were clearly intended to make us both uncomfortable.

Despite this, we still went to London for my dad’s birthday and were denied for a week while trying to schedule quality time with him in our hotel room. He rejected all our attempts, except for a big birthday party with hundreds of guests and cameras on every corner.

When he finally agreed to meet me it was on the condition that Nicola would not be invited. This was a slap in the face. Later, when my parents went to Los Angeles, they refused to see me at all.

My family values ​​public promotion and support above all else. Brand Beckham comes first. Family “love” is determined by how much you post on social media or how quickly you drop everything to pose for a family photo contest, even at the expense of our professional obligations.

For years, we have set out to show up and support our ‘perfect family’ at every fashion show, every party and every press event. However, when my wife asked my mother for support in rescuing dogs displaced during the Los Angeles fires, my mother refused.

My wife’s narrative that she controls me is completely opposite. I have been controlled by my family for most of my life. I grew up with great anxiety. For the first time in my life since I moved away from my family, this anxiety has disappeared.

I wake up every morning with gratitude for the life I chose, I have found peace and relief. My wife and I do not want a life shaped by the image, the press, and manipulation. “All we want is peace, privacy and happiness for ourselves and our future family.”