The Graying of Divorce
“Thirty-seven years!” the judge barked in disgust. “You’ve gotten along this long, why do you want to start all over now?” My client turned in his chair and looked at me, his eyes wide in panic. We had met in my office the week before to prepare for how events might unfold in the courtroom. I reassured him that nothing bad would happen, while simultaneously cautioning him that any time you enter a courtroom there is a measure of unpredictability. This was it. In a no-fault divorce state like ours, where a proclamation of “irreconcilable differences” is enough to grant
