So, after being separated from my husband for nearly ten months – January 27, to be precise – I finally had my oh-so-cliche “day in court”. I’m a reasonably private person, and I’ve tried to keep things out of court since the beginning. People seem to assume that I’ve kept it out of court because I’ve been afraid that I’d “lose custody” or just “lose” in general. Cluebat – there are no winners, and no losers because it isn’t a GAME. For some reason, the idea that court is a last resort, that things filed with the court are public record, the idea that I refuse to perjure myself in divorce declarations…These ideas are apparently quite foreign in family court.
These ideas are not, however, foreign to my husband. Before November 20, 2007 I was afraid to talk about it. Afraid it’d be pulled out, printed and posted against me. But on November 20, 2007 I realized that family court isn’t about truth, or making declarations and supporting them with facts. It’s about bullshit. Plain and simple.
So when I finally went to court, after nearly a year of my husband filing willy nilly stuff left and right because he has “The Attorney” and is represented by “The Firm”, I knew it was pointless the minute the Commissioner opened the conversation with “I really haven’t had time to read all this….”
Because you had to read it all. To see the statements my husband made in April, and then the statements he made last week. And how those statements were in complete contradiction. Apparently the fact that he declared his income to be X and it was actually X + Y + Y was irrelevant. Even though I had ample documentation. Real documentation.
Oh wait. This was about Making a Very Bad Day a Very Good Day….
So Derek and I – we bought matching rings at Walmart in *silver* – whoo hoo!, a small cake, a cheap bottle of champagne and we were “married”.
Sigh. That man. He knows how to make me swoon in the most delicious way…