The Dreaded Pink Binder

The Dreaded Pink Binder

I arrived in court for our official divorce trial with my pink binder in hand.  In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’ve learned to document everything.

154 exhibits were entered into evidence that day– just from me.  The attorney who graciously offered to review my paperwork prior to the trial was amazed.  He told me that I could work in any attorney’s office in State of California with the case I had put together.
My friends who went to court with me know all about the famous pink binder.  It is 3-inches thick and color-coded with every possible exhibit under the sun.   This was my life for 2.5 years.  One friend who came to court with me called his buddy afterwards and said, “Work things out with your wife– divorce is gnarly and you never want to go through what I just saw”.  I have to disagree with that statement.  I don’t think divorce needs to be this way nor should it be this way.  If you are dealing with two sane, rational people then things should be much easier.  I knew what I was up against and therefore, the pink binder was my lifeline.

While in court, this 5’2″, normally peaceful, fun-loving and happy-go-lucky blonde girl goes into battle mode.  I developed a system for documenting my case which helped to keep me sane through this process.  That pink binder was my entire case: Trial Brief, Exhibit List and 154 pieces of evidence to back up every accusation that I prepared to present.

That pink binder also held tokens of strength: my biological mom’s pearl necklace was tucked in a zip lock bag in a pocket, a letter from my dad, a picture of my grandfather, an old email from my aunt, a card from my best friend, a keepsake piece from my sister, a poem from Glenn and photos of my daughters.  I also packed a hand-written card from my daughter that said, “I love you verey much.  You are the best mom ever”.  I packed my support system into that binder and I went into court prepared to fight.

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