My husband spat in the divorce courtroom, loud enough to interrupt the clerk’s typing, “Take your brat and go to hell.” He grinned as his attorney enumerated the possessions he would “keep,” assured that I would take nothing. The judge then opened a sealed document that had been brought that morning: the will of an unknown person.
The words hit the courtroom like a thrown glass. “Take your brat and go to hell.” He didn’t mutter it under his breath the way people do when they want …
My husband spat in the divorce courtroom, loud enough to interrupt the clerk’s typing, “Take your brat and go to hell.” He grinned as his attorney enumerated the possessions he would “keep,” assured that I would take nothing. The judge then opened a sealed document that had been brought that morning: the will of an unknown person. Read More