“Did you genuinely expect your wife to pay the remaining thousands out of her own personal funds?”

“We always supported each other, throughout our marriage,” Brandon said.

I stood.

“No, Your Honor,” I said, evenly.

“I supported the entire family, while he waited for me to fix every problem.”

“We were husband and wife!” Brandon said, glaring at me across the table.

“And yet you repeatedly made me choose,” I said, “between funding your mother’s luxuries and providing for our son’s basic needs.”

When my lawyer submitted the certified golf-club statements and the personal transfers to Valerie, the last of it came apart.