At the Divorce Hearing They Were Certain I’d Leave With Nothing — I Handed the Judge a Sealed Envelope
Every entry I made was a small act of refusing to let my own perception be overwritten.
The binder that won my case in ten minutes was really a year of me, night after night, choosing to believe my own eyes and writing down the proof so that I could not later be talked out of it.
Anyone trapped as I was trapped should know this, because it is the one thing I most wish someone had told me sooner: write it down.
Date it.