It was Mullet Dad, Billy Ray Cyrus, who initiated the break-up of he and Tish Cyrus. The divorce of Miley Cyrus’ parents is not really going to be shocking to those who paid attention to the demise of Britney Spears. First, there’s the sexual acting out of a middle child, starting at around age 16; second, there’s the step during which she realises bras are for chumps… CHUMPS; third, the mullet dad with a farmers’ tan decides he’s over being with his wife of 17 years, so they split; four, the girl goes topless on a magazine cover, again, facing forward, and devolves in a downward spiral of drug and drink-induced behaviour (possibly worsened by bipolar disorder). It’s the stuff of which Disney dreams are made, which is why the split had to happen, for those (one) of you in mourning.
Turns out, M.D. was the first to file divorce papers, Wednesday, in a Tennessee court, to initiate the split; citing ‘irreconcilable differences’. You can read the papers he filed, in PDF form, in an update from TMZ. The former couple released a statement about the split saying, ‘As you can imagine, this is a very difficult time for our family. We are trying to work through some personal matters. We appreciate your thoughts and prayers.’ Daddy Cyrus wants shared custody of their three minor children, for the court to ‘approve a parenting plan’ to be signed by both, and to make an ‘equitable distribution of the marital estate.’
Miley Cyrus’ parents, Billy Ray and Tish Cyrus have five children. They began dating in 1991 and secretly married on December 28, 1993 at his home near Nashville, Tennessee. Billy Ray Cyrus has one previous marriage to Cindy Smith, a sales representative he met while touring in Ohio. They divorced in 1991.
Image credit Fame Pictures. Story TMZ 1, 2. The Superficial, Pop Eater.
OH no, I do NOT think so. A couple does not get to thrust little chipmunk Cyrus onto the unsuspecting public, then divorce and go their merry way while we have endured the antics of their offspring for way too many moons now.
No. It is unconstitutional. They need to stay together and stay miserable, as punishment for what we have had to endure because of THEM.
In my little head it is my world and I just passed that law. End of story.
I second that motion, and would quite like to live inside your head for a while (for larks).
I would love to have company in my head, most especially you! However, I adore you too much to let you stay long – it gets a bit rowdy in here. Scary even.