He wanted the financial settlement structured in a way that I was certain, but could not fully prove, was built on hidden assets and accounts he had moved beyond my reach. His attorney was expensive and sharp. My attorney was competent and doing her best.
And Caleb walked into the proceedings with the same calm, generous, fatherly bearing he brought to everything, sitting with his back straight, his jacket perfectly fitted, looking at the judge with the patient expression of a man who simply wanted what was best for his daughter and could not understand why his emotional, unstable wife was making this so difficult.
I had spent months feeling like I was drowning in a room full of people who could not see the water. Every claim I made sounded, when Caleb’s attorney was finished reframing it, like the complaint of a woman who was vindictive, disorganized, and incapable of the clear thinking that custody required. I had tried to raise the issue of a hidden account.
