Insure The Real Marriage

OUR 215-PAGE TRIAL TRANSCRIPT EXPLAINS DIVORCE ECONOMICS CALLING FOR
MARRIAGE INSURANCE MY LATE EX IMPROVED

COMPLEMENTING THE LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURNS THE
IMHOF HYPOTHESIS SUGGESTS INNOVATIVE MARRIAGE
INSURANCE:

Every billable hour produces clients less economic benefit than the previously, but more
than the next billed hour. Conversely every billed hour causes clients’ families and
friends more emotional distress and divorce trauma than the previously billed, but more
than the next billable hour. Economic productivity decreases linear. However, emotional
damage increases exponentially.

A caring, strongly committed husband and loving father did what nobody dared before,
call divorce bluff and debunk the economics of a $ billion per year scam driving
salvageable marriages into devastating divorce. But it took 2 distraught divorcees, the
belatedly reconciled parents of 5 wonderful children to develop an innovative marriage
insurance concept. Cynthia made it promise even more than  reduce divorce risk and
prevent counterproductive litigation causing emotional distress if not trauma to children,
grandparents, other relatives and close friends.       

Coaching over-emotional, utterly helpless clients into betraying their faith, love, loyalty
and marital commitment makes counterproductive divorce law practice lucrative. Who
needs it? Not only incompetent lawyers, but judges too, I am afraid. Pray tell me if there’
s any different explanation for fining a respondent in pro per $8,000 for offering his ex
and 3 minors off the bat in friendly settlement twice as much as traumatic litigation could
produce them after trial?

Half way through trial the presiding judge wondered why the separate property claim on
our only significant marital asset hadn’t been brought up yet.  My letter to opposing
counsel, dated September 9, and published herewith, offered him an obvious
opportunity to settle in clients’ interest at more favourable terms than a  trial could
produce.  By September 19, counsel earned himself nearly $10,000 or $1,000 per day,
billing Cynthia merely $2,000 but depriving her of the chance to enjoy the idyllic mini-
ranch on Sonoma Mountain until our baby graduated from high school and marked it
herself at the optimal time of the year.

Appraised value indicated that my late ex could earn herself a $24,000 realtor’s
commission. Her track record proved the ability. Our children had agreed to help her to
landscape, paint fences, make our property more attractive boost the price. Predictably
her counsel’s strategy forced us into a fire-sale fetching $50,000 less then the
appraised value. That hurt our children whom I donated my half of the property as
Cynthia suggested a week into the litigation and my first settlement offer confirmed. See:
www.can-my-ego-trip-save-your-marriage.info

Each child surviving their mother stood to receive at least $5,000 from the basic, 20-year
Occidental Life policy Cynthia purchased before the wedding upon an insurance broker
and trusted family friend’s expert advise. Renewing it I added 5 beloved children’s
names and kept paying premium frivolous divorce claims notwithstanding. Pray tell me
what substantiates allegations that the man whose death triggers payments to
beneficiaries could convert the proceeds to his own use? Unfortunately Cynthia, 6 years
my junior, predeceased me.

Painfully aware that my wife of 24 years didn’t want divorce either, even loved me, but
was manipulated into the belief that petty cash could buy her an end-run  around no-fault
I made an offer nobody in his right man could refuse relying on judges’ integrity. But
opposing counsel knew better. Indeed the presiding judge denied me due process
refusing to hear my motions for sanctions under CCP sec 128,5, payment of expenses
attributable to bad faith action or delaying tactics, assessment of punitive damages.

That obscure California statute makes lawyers liable to opponents for the kind of
malpractice their client is reluctant to prosecute. Proven felony entitles opponent even to
punitive damages. Opposing counsel obviously suborned his basket case of a client,
my ingénue bride to perjury. Any fair judge would diligently assess evidence supporting
my sanction motions and tell petitioner’s counsel to settle forthwith or else. But ours
sustained patently frivolous objections to introduction into evidence snapshots taken 7
months into the litigation for family and friends   unable to attend our oldest daughter’s
wedding in Kauffungen, Germany.

The radiant bride wore her American grandmother’s a white wedding gown the happily
smiling petitioner had personally flown in from California. Only our son was present,
none of the bride’s sisters. They knew that Princeton found him for the summer an
internship in the marketing department in one of Germany’s most competitive
multinationals, liked their prospective brother-in-law and were glad that sis could join
him upon graduation from Boston College in Marburg where she waited tables while he
was cramming for finals in June. All our children and their grandmother observed
siblings thanking me at our last Christmas dinner at the mini-ranch for TWA vouchers
for one round-trip to Europe.

Luckily our baby calmed me down when her mother recited the legalese evasion of
reality, license to lie under oath encourages lawyers to coach clients to repeat on the
stand without blinking an eye. Handelsblatt had graciously scheduled my annual visit for
February to accommodate my personal problems. My estranged wife agreed in friendly
telephone conversations on or about January 10 to let the minor accompany me on a
freebee for a couple of weeks as all our pre-teenagers had done. As usually Cynthia
convinced teachers to assign the student a report and/or homework to tae along on their
trip. Routinely we took a cab to the hotel customers put me upscale, forgot well fed by
the airline about an additional meal and went straight to bed to catch up with 9 hours
time difference.  

As usually I yielded the bathroom to my young travel companion to scan papers to
prepare meetings with editors bright and early the next day. Cleaned and clad in pretty
pyjamas the young lady opened her suitcase, put doggie as she did for years on her
pillow, then an apple and cookies on the bed-side table. Handing me a plastic bag with
an angelic smile she said: Mom thinks you might enjoy munchies too if you wake up in
the middle of the night.”

Blending out a matrimonial ambulance chaser’s puppet impersonating on the stand the
woman I loved and married I closed the eyes to concentrate on my real Cynthia. Once
more I blessed the day we met, the nights she conceived our 5 children and the way she
raised them. 16 years later I learned to bless Yahoo! For denying me the domain I
sought and suggesting the far better alternative: www.insuretherealmarriage.info
Heartache, frustration, the sweat of my brows and un-expectable help from celebrities
ranging from diva Frederica von Stade, Jessica Mitford, Governor Pete Wilson, Eleanor
B. Alter, Lady Heather and Sir Paul MacCartney, Sheila Rauch Kennedy, Archimedes,
even His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI that only the real marriage can be insured. Middle
class couples direly need innovative marriage insurance. Royalty needs it even
worse.        

Tears my beloved ex shed during trial prevented me from putting on the record that I
shall walk out of this kangaroo court unless I am given a fair hearing. My sanctions
claim was worth $1 million at least. Publicity might have motivated the best malpractice
attorneys to represent me on contingency and settle a case opposing counsel’s
malpractice insurance couldn’t afford to litigate. But I could not risk my relations with the
children, much less pushing poor Cynthia over the brink; betray moral values to become
rich and famous rushing an unusual human interest story with best-seller and
Hollywood potential to the market.

Thanks to opposing counsel I had no reason to buy myself a young trophy wife. My
mother as a stout Catholic attending mass every day and visiting our family tomb once a
week weather permitting prodded Cynthia to settle by Christmas. I considered that rare
religious zeal but requested on December 12, within 31 days of service, in a letter
already published on the web, an office meeting before the holyday. To speed up
matters I voluntarily produced all relevant court records. Alas opposing counsel couldn’t
see me before January. Rather than hear me out he stonewalled and tried to get my
goat. As he called me “pompous” I looked at the wristwatch and said this isn’t worth a
second hour of Cynthia’s time and left. The bad news shocked Mom whom I called upon
her request routinely at 10 pm PST every evening.  That’s 7 am her time, allowing her to
take a bath, breakfast, chat with family or friends and attend mass. Aged 84 she
presided over meetings at the charity that introduced “meals on wheels” to our country.

As I was memorizing the unpleasant meeting my older sister called to advise me that
mother, who had never been sick collapsed. Luckily an assistant picked her up for work
on rainy days had a key to the apartment and called an ambulance. Worried I wanted to
hop on the next available flight home. “Don’t cancel your assignment in NYC.” Big sis
said: “In coma she recognizes neither our sister nor me. God willing she recovers to
enjoy your visit. Otherwise we need you for the funeral. “I thanked, gave her my flight
information and the phone number of the recently opened Peninsula Hotel where I
would complete a report on the Hong Kong challenge to upscale hotels, while
interviewing top management on other business and covering the Metropolitan Opera’s
US  premiere of Schoenberg’s ‘Temptation’.

Considering time difference I asked the two children who studied back-east first to pray
for Grossmutti. Our son said he would like to take leave of his beloved grandmother. I
told him he was free to use the TVA voucher as soon as she was well enough or to
attend her funeral. It would be replaced in time for his summer job. He promised to stay
in touch with me. Our daughter decided to join me join me for a weekend in New York
ant introduce her German fiancée to my cousins.

Cynthia expressed sympathy as I called, promised to ask our minors to pray for my
mother but argued that our son needn’t attend a funeral. It’s no command performance.
“Old enough to make up his mind he wants to honour a generous lady he loves and
respects. Frequent flyer economics keep me from personally using any mileage and
allow my family travel we otherwise couldn’t afford.” “Don’t lecture me!” she replied.
Subsequently she told me on advise of counsel, protected himself unbeknown to his
client with a lien on community property worth $5,000.000, that I may not leave the USA
without advancing $5,000 for alimony and child support. “Forget, it.” I said and hung up.
That’s nothing to be proud of. Years later Cynthia graciously recorded regret for
requesting a neither needed nor deserved advance as mom’s condition disturbed me.
Machiavellian manipulation deprived my estranged wife for the best chance for
reconciliation, making lucrative liens moot.

Mother’s old driver waited at the airport, picked up my luggage and helped carry it to the
car. Crossing parking lots he tearfully screamed: “Your damned divorce killed the kind
Baroness!” Pounding his shoulder I said. “Thanks for confirming my worst fear.”
bursting out in tears too. Until I had the guts to ask family point blank none of my kin
dared to tell me the truth.   

Suppose Cynthia had consulted anybody without vested interest in our break-up, like her
siblings and mutual friends most might have said: “Your mother-in-law offers a unique
chance for reconciliation if that’s what you really want. Ask Paul if he would mind if you
joined his family in Vienna to pay last respect to the old lady.” Crossing my fingers I
would have replied: “You are of course welcome. I request 2 additional TWA vouchers
right away one for you, the other to replace the one Peter needs to get to a vacation job in
Duesseldorf. If he doesn’t care to yield the guest-room to share the master bedroom
with either of us I reserve you a studio at Otto’s where we stayed before.    

Flying home to bury my father in a snow-covered cemetery 6,000 miles east of California
was bad enough, much worse flying that distance 27 years later from my new home to
bury my mother in the same family grave. Had Cynthia called conciliatory and timely I
could have greeted the loyal driver with: “Don’t cry for my old lady. Her last wish was to
save our marriage. Bless the Lord for granting her the only chance to prevent our
divorce.”

Rather than hurt us the matrimonial ambulance chaser might have helped much better
than mediation could. 2 months of misery he caused left merely 7 months to get our
marriage back on track to celebrate our 25th anniversary. Had Cynthia dropped all
frivolous divorce claims with prejudice, we could forthwith resume counselling with a
trustworthy professional handpicked by my bride alone. But I   contribute 50% of healing
expense including American and Austrian relatives as well as German in-laws to the
oldest daughter’s wedding our Silver Anniversary in Lourdes.

Why there? Getting married on the Feast of Mary’s Assumption we had planned to drive
a new Fiat convertible leisurely from Zuerich via Spain to reach Vienna in time for a
reception my mother hosted to introduce my wife to local friends. I promised to stop in
Lourdes like on my first trip to Spain. But delivery delay did not leave us enough time.

A quarter of a century later accumulated mileage made more economic to treat 4 single
children to a trip, but entertain Americans who could afford a transatlantic flight and less
affluent Europeans able to pay reasonable railway fares or tack an unusual double-
headed family reunion within driving range on top of a popular summer vacation, for a
lavish reception and photo opportunities only.

Don’t consider expecting Cynthia to contribute 50% to the cost of reconciliation in
extremis, presumptuous or chutzpah. The unprecedented human interest story was
worth at least $2 million. Splitting bestseller revenues evenly wouldn’t have been only
fair, but motivated more people to buy the book and watch the movie. On the down said
our immediate personal and professional success might have misled to believe that
easy ways to resolve the divorce dilemma exist in the real world.    

Two hours after arriving at mom’s apartment I met my younger sister for lunch
downtown near her office. That evening I visited my older sister and brother-in- law who
met me bright and early to obtain a death certificate. It took us all day to release the
corps to a funeral party, select a coffin, get an announcement, etc. While he held our
place in line I called family and friends from public phones if there were any in the
waiting area. Before I reached my brother I was invited for dinner. Learning that a buddy
since second grade was recuperating from serious surgery I promised to visit him
during lunch hour the next day. That just as well, said my brother, who just returned from
a trip. He had to do laundry, get a hair-cut, etc. We met the following afternoon for a
reading of the will and spend the rest of the week together anyway.   

The second evening in Vienna I was so exhausted that I was afraid to fall asleep at the
dinner table and excused my self early. Braving freezing cold awaked me quickly. At
mother’s I set down by the phone with a short list of local numbers. Back in California
our children were still at school at that time and Cynthia did not answer, bit I reached a
dear cousin in Florida. Then I double-checked names I first couldn’t find in the Vienna
phone book. Misremembering the spelling of an old flame’s name I hadn’t been able to
locate her. As women establishing a maiden name in professions or business often
retain identity I called oblivious to the late hour. A sleepy voice answered. Bewildered I
asked: “Did I wake you?” “You did!” “I am so sorry. Go back to bed please. I try to reach
you tomorrow.” “Don’t hang up! I hoped and waited 30 years for your call. Please tell me
when and where we can meet.” That won’t be possible I am afraid. I flew in on short
notice to bury mother, our son joins us in 36 hours for a private Funeral later in the day.
You may attend a requiem at St. Anna’s where mom worshiped every day. Telling Senta
candidly that our marital troubles killed her I sneezed, cried and coughed a lot. “Why don’
t your siblings nurse you in shape for the funeral?” “Shocked by our mother’s sudden
demise they have a hard time catching up with their own routine.” “Then I must take care
of you.” “That’s very kind, but crazy. There’s no bed available for you.” “Don’t worry I’ll
spend the night in a chair watching out for you. Please get dressed to go downstairs
and let me in 30 minutes in!”  

At the stroke of midnight a cab stopped at our door. I quickly descended in an antique
elevator to unlock it. My good fairy kissed my cheeks coyly, picked up
a bag filled with herbal teas, honey and the like. Holding hands I quietly lead her back to
the apartment. “Go to the bathroom before returning to bed I hope herbal tee with honey
puts you to sleep. He brought an easy-chair from the living room bedside. Though we
talked for a long time I woke up well rested. ”Good timing! Do you prefer rolls to toast?
How should the eggs be cooked?  I hate to rush but for need breakfast before I leave for
work.” I quickly got dressed to accompany the good fairy downstairs. She invited me for
dinner at her place. Thanks I wont miss our last opportunity to meet, but may eat with
siblings, after we meet for a reading of the will late this afternoon.

Mother’s phone rang as I returned. Cynthia asked at 11.15 pm PST how we were doing
and if she is welcome at the funeral. “I wish you had timely indicated that you care to
come. It’s too late to make comfortable arrangements in Vienna. My mother’s priority
probably is that her grandchildren pray at memorial services in their parish. The best
way to honour her memory is to take care before I return.”
Predictably I arrived late on a full tummy at Senta’s. She had cooked up a storm. It
smelled wonderful. “I need your love, not any more food,” I said.” “Just taste what you
like best, rest your head on my shoulders if you please, but remember that 5 lovely
children depend on you. I can’t deprive them of their dad.”          

Not until preparing an unprecedented appeal on denied disciplinary relief to The
Supreme Court of California I discovered the most heart warming testimonial to marital
commitment and never ending love any distraught divorcee, voluntarily recorded: “We do
not want you for things or for money, we want you for (what) you are and your love, your
humour, your intelligence, your creativity, all the wonderful things that you are. We nee,
because we love, to be together with you. And the financial is of no consequence, we
can manage it.”   

This crucial message was recorded on November 7, 1990 after the court ordered and
entered dissolution status only and reserving jurisdiction on all other divorce issues,
violating on advice of counsel a stipulated court order forbidding calls to my business
line. Misleading poor Cynthia to belief that she had a right to block my business
communications dumping ten minutes of psychobabble per day for therapeutic reasons
let a Machiavellian manipulator escalate billings 19 fold in 3 additional years. That
preposterous and unprecedented divorce strategy promises a hilarious movie speeding
up introduction of overdue marriage insurance.

On December 22, 1988 our oldest daughter informed opposing counsel of taking
control of a trust account I established in 1983 with my mother’s $2,000-gift for the
benefit of her minor sister Margaret, he represented as she lived with my ex. The
California Supremes simply ignored exhibit 27 that might motivate millions of couples to
insure their marriage. Who needs a lawyer, whom petty increase to a billings opportunity
induce to pit deplorable children of preventable divorce at least against one parent?  

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