Thirty-four years ago, Elizabeth Taylor married construction worker Larry Fortensky at Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch. It was her eighth and final wedding — a union that began in rehab and captured global headlines. “She was a movie legend, and I was just Larry,” he once said with a smile.
Their romance started in 1988 at the Betty Ford Clinic, where both were recovering from personal struggles. She was 56, he was 36 — worlds apart, yet drawn together by honesty and care. “Elizabeth had a childish laugh and a heart of gold,” Larry remembered years later.
Their 1991 wedding was pure Hollywood — helicopters, celebrities, and chaos in the California sun. But behind the glamour, their love was simple: burgers, motorcycle rides, and laughter. “She loved being treated like a normal woman,” Larry recalled.
Though their marriage ended, their affection never did. Taylor helped him even after their divorce. “I love her, I always will,” he said. Their story reminds us that even the brightest stars crave something beautifully ordinary — true, lasting love.
