Tensions in the royal family have been growing for a long time. Here’s a look at the family split and the surprising reasons why Prince William and Princess Kate might not welcome Prince Harry and Meghan Markle back into the royal family.
The British royal family used to seem very close, with Prince William and Harry often seen as best friends. However, that image started to fall apart, especially after Harry married Meghan Markle.
While many people still hope for a reconciliation, sources close to the royals say that the chances are now more uncertain than ever. So, what are the main issues preventing a royal reunion? The answers shed light on the ongoing divide within the family.
How Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s Relationship with the Royal Family Frayed Over Time
The tensions between Prince Harry and the royal family, especially with his brother Prince William, have been growing for years. What began as a close bond between two brothers turned into a significant rift, made worse by personal issues, family dynamics, and public scrutiny.
By 2019, it was clear that Prince Harry’s relationship with the rest of the royal family, particularly his brother, had reached a breaking point.
This was a tough year for the Duke and Duchess of Sussex as they faced constant media attention, which took a heavy emotional toll on them.
Meghan shared that she felt deep emotional distress because of the ongoing criticism from British tabloids, which Prince Harry noted included a “race element.”
Prince Harry reflected on the trauma of losing his mother, Princess Diana, when he was just 12. He expressed his fears, saying, “I worried that I could lose my wife in the same way.”
By the end of that year, it was obvious that the brothers were heading in very different directions. Tensions had escalated, and Prince Harry shared a specific incident at his Kensington Palace cottage that highlighted the growing divide between them.
Prince Harry described a heated argument in early 2019 where tensions reached a breaking point. He claimed that Prince William became so frustrated that he physically attacked him. What started as a shouting match escalated into a physical confrontation, with Prince Harry ending up on the floor, landing on a dog bowl.
For Harry, this wasn’t just a typical brotherly fight; it was also about defending his wife, as William’s anger was aimed at Meghan.
Prince Harry explained that Prince William had been influenced by his staff and the negative coverage from the tabloids about Meghan. The media’s focus on her being American, biracial, divorced, and an actress only added to the royal family’s concerns.
Harry believed that many of the stories William accepted were unfounded, but they fueled the growing tension between the two brothers.
When Prince Harry introduced Meghan to the royal family in 2016, the reaction wasn’t as positive as he had hoped. King Charles III seemed to like Meghan, but Prince William was skeptical and cautious about the new relationship.
He reportedly dismissed Meghan by calling her “an American actress.” Over time, the distance between the brothers grew. When Meghan and Prince Harry announced they would step back from royal duties in early 2020, it became clear that the rift had deepened.
Their departure shocked the public and caught Prince William off guard, increasing his frustrations. The brothers, who had once been seen as inseparable after their mother’s tragic death, were now living very different lives.
While Prince William focused on his future role as king, Prince Harry chose a new life outside the royal spotlight, putting his family’s well-being first.
In a personal moment from his 2021 memoir, “Spare,” Prince Harry shared his thoughts on his relationship with Prince William. He recalled a meeting where he noticed how much his brother had changed over the years.
Man in Walmart Demanded That I Give up My Wheelchair for His Tired Wife – Karma Got Him before I Could
I never expected a trip to Walmart to turn into a showdown over my wheelchair, with a stranger demanding I give it up for his tired wife. As the situation spiraled and a crowd gathered, I realized this ordinary shopping day was taking an extraordinary turn.
I was cruising down the aisles in my wheelchair, feeling pretty good after scoring some deals, when a guy—let’s call him Mr. Entitled—blocked my path.
“Hey, you,” he barked, “My wife needs to sit down. Give her your wheelchair.”
I blinked, thinking it was a joke. “Uh, sorry, what?”
“You heard me,” he snapped, gesturing to his wife. “She’s been on her feet all day. You’re young, you can walk.”
I tried to keep my cool. “I actually can’t walk. That’s why I have the chair.”
Mr. Entitled’s face turned red. “Don’t lie to me! Now get up and let my wife sit down!”
My jaw dropped. I glanced at his wife, who looked mortified.
“Look, sir,” I said, patience wearing thin, “I need this chair to get around. There are benches near the front of the store.”
But he wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, looming over me. “Listen here, you little —”
“Is there a problem here?”
I’ve never been so relieved to hear a Walmart employee’s voice. A guy named Miguel appeared, looking concerned.
Mr. Entitled whirled on Miguel. “Yes! This girl won’t give up her wheelchair for my tired wife. Make her get out of it!”
Miguel’s eyebrows shot up. “Sir, we can’t ask customers to give up mobility aids. That’s not appropriate.”
Mr. Entitled sputtered. “What’s not appropriate is this faker taking up a chair when my wife needs it!”
People were starting to stare. Miguel tried to calm things down, speaking in a low tone. “Sir, please lower your voice. We have benches available. I can show you where they are.”
But Mr. Entitled was on a roll. He jabbed a finger at Miguel’s chest. “Don’t tell me to lower my voice! I want to speak to your manager right now!”
As he ranted, he stepped back—right into a display of canned vegetables. He stumbled, arms windmilling, and went down hard.
CRASH!
Cans went flying everywhere. Mr. Entitled lay sprawled on the floor, surrounded by dented tins of green beans and corn. For a moment, everything was silent.
His wife rushed forward. “Frank! Are you okay?”
Frank tried to get up, but slipped on a rolling can and went down again with another crash.
I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Miguel shot me a look, fighting a smile too.
“Sir, please don’t move,” Miguel said, reaching for his walkie-talkie. “I’m calling for assistance.”
Frank ignored him, struggling to his feet again. “This is ridiculous! I’ll sue this whole store!”
By now, a small crowd had gathered. A security guard and a manager appeared, taking in the scene—Frank standing unsteadily, cans everywhere, Miguel trying to keep things calm.
“What’s going on here?” the manager asked.
Frank opened his mouth to rant again, but his wife cut him off. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “We were just leaving. Come on, Frank.”
She grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the exit. As they passed me, she paused. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
Then they were gone, leaving a mess of cans and confused onlookers in their wake.
The manager turned to me. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry for the disturbance. Are you alright?”
I nodded, finding my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… wow. That was something else.”
He apologized again and started organizing the cleanup. People began to disperse, but a few helped pick up cans.
An older woman approached me, patting my arm. “You handled that so well, dear. Some people just don’t think before they speak.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I’m just glad it’s over.”
As the commotion died down, I decided to finish my shopping. No way was I letting Frank ruin my entire trip. I rolled down the next aisle, trying to shake off the residual tension.
“Hey,” a voice called out. I turned to see Miguel jogging up to me. “I just wanted to check if you’re really okay. That guy was way out of line.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for stepping in. Does this kind of thing happen often?”
Miguel shook his head. “Not like that, no. But you’d be surprised how entitled some people can be. It’s like they forget basic human decency when they walk through the doors.”
We chatted for a bit as I continued shopping. Miguel shared some of his own customer service horror stories, which honestly made me feel a bit better. At least I wasn’t alone in dealing with difficult people.
As I left the store, I couldn’t help but shake my head at the whole experience. What a day. But you know what? For every Frank out there, there are way more decent folks—like Miguel, that nice older lady, and curious kids.
I headed home, my faith in humanity a little battered but still intact. And hey, at least I had a wild story to tell. Plus, I got some free cereal out of the deal. Silver linings, right?
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