My Pain Woke Me Up – Legal Injustice

Yes, there were many excruciating circumstances. I was asked to think back to the personal experiences I endured throughout the fallen marriage and jot down relevant examples relating to it. . . . The attorney’s sat me down in their posh conference room, surrounded by hundred year old law books, old enough to tell their own stories and then some. They offered me coffee, tea, or water. Frankly, I was wondering where the biscuits and crumpets were at these high priced fees. . .

You see, even the initial consultation cost an extravagant amount of money. About three hundred seventy-fifty dollars I recall, to determine if I was a “worthy client” to be considered a future candidate represented by this posh firm, known to be the best in Morris County, New Jersey, so I was told. While I was being evaluated by this firm to decide if they would “accept me” as their “new” client, I found it to be an interesting process. What actually happened to “‘Money talks and bullxxxx walks,’” just like I was taught when I was a little girl. The only deserving assessment which unfolded was that my pocket-book led the way. . .

Yes it ticked. Like a clock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Till you then drop with pure disappointment from the astonishment when five-digit figure bills soon started coming my way. It was utterly ridiculous. More than silly!

I felt so involved in the partnership, with a will to win and complete what I started, that all I could think about was the end result. But after months of documenting grueling example after example of extenuating circumstances, one after another, you have enough facts to build your own Fort Knox , and they just keep asking for more.
Then the court systems are so creative to postpone court dates, one has to wonder. . . “is this a conspiracy?!”