Eight Months Pregnant I Faced My Husband In Court Until Chaos Broke Out

Harrison went very still. Sarah had not heard that name in years, not in full. Harrison had, early in their marriage, conducted a quiet campaign against the Miller part of it, arguing that two hyphenated names were unwieldy, that in professional contexts it created confusion, that her mother’s name was a relic of an era in their lives that they had moved past.

He said these things gently and reasonably until she stopped signing it that way. He had persuaded her, she understood now, because the Miller name came with things he wanted access to, and it was easier to access them without the name attached to remind her they were hers. “Mr.

Prescott,” the judge said, without looking up from the document. “Are you familiar with the contents of an emergency filing submitted to this court this morning?”

Harrison composed himself. He sat straighter.

“Your Honor, I’m not aware of any emergency filing, but I’d like to note that my wife has demonstrated a pattern of emotional instability that this proceeding is likely to reflect.”