Lest you think that my job is glamorous -- life amongst the rich and occasionally famous, as it were -- think again. It's not all titillating anecdotes about excessive spending and mildly scandalous extramarital relationships. Most of it is just a long slog, and truth be told, there are only about five basic stories. This is not to minimize the very individual agony through which each person goes when their marriage crumbles, but seriously: the number of basic fact patterns are surprisingly limited.
In any event, there are quite a few dark moments, including the time I had to go to court to obtain an order of protection for a client whose husband had shoved her down a flight of stairs. There was the former professor of history at a prestigious university, a Ph.D. tragically rendered child-like by a massive brain tumor, whose clever M.B.A. wife finessed his signature on a separation agreement in which he gave up his rights to property or support. (We overturned the agreement after a two-year litigation.) There was the mother of newborn handicapped twins whose husband walked out of the marriage before she was even released from the hospital after her C-section.
So . . . glamour? Not so much.