Steven Page - Personal Life

Personal Life

Page was born to an Ashkenazi Jewish mother and a father of Anglo Protestant background. Although Page's father, Victor, converted to Judaism to appease Page's mother's traditionalist grandparents, her grandparents disowned her nonetheless. As a result, Page never met his great-grandparents. His mother's Jewish background was the subject of an episode of a CBC genealogy program called Who Do You Think You Are?.

Page has been married twice. His first wife was Toronto musician and teacher Carolyn Ricketts, whom he wed on December 28, 1993. The two separated in February 2007, and divorced in 2009. They have three sons: Isaac (b. November 12, 1996); Benjamin (b. December 1998); and Jonah (b. April 16, 2001).

Page purchased a house in Fayetteville, New York with then-girlfriend Christine Benedicto in 2009, and splits his time between there and Toronto, where his children reside. Page married Benedicto on July 23, 2011, and spent their honeymoon in Paris.

Page admitted in 2011 that he suffers from bipolar disorder. He said that he has gone through periods of self medicating in order to relieve the symptoms. Since leaving Barenaked Ladies, he has been able to focus more on managing and treating his illness and has cited his sons as being his source of strength for keeping healthy and continuing treatment.

Among Page's relatives in the Toronto area is Page's second cousin, reggae musician Snow.

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