My Wife Wanted EVERYTHING in the Divorce—Except Our Son
My wife stared at the judge and said she wanted everything—house, car, savings—just not our son. I told my lawyer,
“Give it all to her.”
The courtroom went silent. For a second, I could hear the old ceiling fan in the hallway outside the courtroom clicking like a loose blade on a summer porch. Even the bailiff stopped shifting his weight.
Judge Klein’s pen hovered over the paperwork like it had forgotten how to move. Linda sat up straight in her navy blazer, hair done the way she wore it for Facebook photos—smooth, bright, not a strand out of place. She didn’t look at me like a wife who’d spent 27 years watching me come home with concrete dust on my boots.
She looked at me like I was an outdated appliance she’d finally decided to replace. On her side of the table, her attorney, Mara Keane, tilted her chin with that quiet confidence lawyers get when they think the math is simple—house, cars, accounts, retirement, and the one thing Linda didn’t want to deal with, as she put it, our son Evan.
My attorney, Tom Brereslin, leaned toward me so close I could smell his peppermint gum. He whispered through his teeth.
“Rick, this is insane. She’s overreaching. We fight this.”
I didn’t turn my head. I kept my eyes on the corner of the table where someone had scratched a tiny heart into the wood years ago. I felt the weight of the courtroom, the way you feel the weight of a roof when you’re standing in an attic—everything above you held up by beams you can’t see.
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