My Wife Stormed Home Furious. “Why Isn’t the Card Working? Mom Didn’t Get Your Paycheck…”
The Custody Battle
The custody battle was brutal. Anna’s lawyer tried to paint me as vindictive, as someone who’d set up his wife and mother-in-law for arrest.
Until James Mitchell testified. He showed up to the custody hearing.
I hadn’t asked him to, didn’t even know he was coming. He had gray hair and work-worn hands, wearing a suit that looked rented.
“Your Honor,”
He said when Anna’s lawyer tried to claim I’d orchestrated everything.
“I filed the complaint against my ex-wife. I discovered she’d been declaring me deceased and collecting benefits. That’s fraud, pure and simple. This young man had nothing to do with it. I didn’t even know he existed until the investigation started”.
He looked at Anna.
“I’m sorry you got caught up in this, but your mother made choices. Bad choices. And you made your own choices about hiding income. That’s not his fault”.
The judge, Sandra Morrison, 58 years old with 23 years on the bench, looked at me over her glasses.
“Mr. Richardson, did you file any complaints against your wife or mother-in-law?”
“No, Your Honor. I’d gathered documentation in case I needed to protect myself, but I never filed anything”.
“And yet you allowed this investigation to proceed”.
“I cooperated with lawful authorities, Your Honor. That’s my obligation as a citizen”.
She nodded slowly.
“Joint custody, 50/50 split. Mr. Richardson, you’ll maintain the marital apartment. Ms. Richardson will need to find alternative housing given the criminal proceedings. Next case”.
The Final Verdict
Gloria pleaded guilty to all charges 6 months later, facing the reality that a trial would only make things worse. She got 2 years in federal prison for benefits fraud, 18 months for unemployment fraud running concurrent, and was ordered to repay $79,200 to Social Security plus $67,000 in fines and penalties.
She’d be 60 when she got out, her pension forever gone, her reputation destroyed. Anna took a plea deal for the tax evasion: no jail time, but 3 years probation, $15,000 in back taxes and penalties, and mandatory financial counseling.
The divorce finalized eight months after those agents knocked on my door. I got the apartment and joint custody of Ethan.
No alimony was owed in either direction. The judge ruled that given Anna’s hidden income, the financial situation was more equitable than it appeared.
Last month I ran into James Mitchell at the same Shell station where I’d first seen him. He was pumping gas again, same Ford F-150, but this time he didn’t drive away.
“David, right?”
He offered his hand.
“Mr. Mitchell”.
“James, please,”
He smiled, tired but genuine.
“I heard about the divorce. I’m sorry”.
“Don’t be. It needed to happen”.
“I didn’t mean to blow up your marriage. I was just trying to claim my own benefits and found out I was supposedly dead. I was angry”.
“You did me a favor,”
I said.
“I’d been gathering evidence but couldn’t quite bring myself to file. You did what I should have done months earlier”.
He nodded.
“Gloria always was good at manipulating people. She convinced me I was the problem in our marriage for years. Took me a decade after the divorce to realize it wasn’t me. How’s Anna?”
“I couldn’t help asking,”
“Haven’t talked to her in a year. She blamed me for everything, naturally. But I hear she’s working at a legitimate job now, reporting her income. Maybe learned something”.
We stood there in the gas station parking lot as the sun set over Chicago, two men whose lives had intersected in the strangest way.
“David,”
James said as he got back in his truck.
“You’re a good father. I can tell. Don’t let what happened make you think you did anything wrong. You protected yourself. That’s not selfish. That’s survival”.
