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“Why is divorcing with children through the US Supreme Court system corrupt and abusive?”This question cannot be answered, because it assumes a fact not in evidence. The Supreme Court of the United States has virtually nothing to do with divorce; the number of divorce cases on which the Supreme Court has ruled is tiny and deal almost entirely with issues that at their core are not related to marriage or divorce. The federal courts of the United States, by policy, do not get involved in domestic relation matters.Divorce, in the United States, is principally adjudicated under principles established by state law, and each state makes its own law in this regard. Thus, as there is no “US Supreme court system” that has anything to do with divorce, it is not possible to discuss whether that system is corrupt or abusive. Things that don’t exist are neither corrupt nor abusive.

Being a son of a widowed mother I think I m eligible to answer thisMy mother was a widow when she was 30! Generally women these days get married at this age. Nevertheless I have a real account of problems she faced and how she copedTaken for granted. My mother was taken for granted by almost everyone- her parents, her in laws and siblings.Financial security. My father passed away leaving my mother penniless. I have seen her saving every single money that she could earn so as to ensure financial stability to her children.Pressure of remarriage. Its sad but there aren't people around to take social and financial security of a widow with children. Hence, many widows are pressurised to marry again so that they may have some financial security with a new partner. However, being a strong headed woman my mother wasn't willing to give the security of her children to a man who she didn't know.Shunned from festivities. This still brings tears in my eyes. My mother wasn't allowed to be present in any important religious ceremonies. In fact when her own brother was getting married she was asked to sit aside while the wedding rituals were in process. I retaliated and ensured that she was sitting next to me while me or my sister got married.No make-up, no expensive wardrobe. A widow is supposed to dress as sober as she can. She was fond of silk and zari saris while she grew up. Though beautiful, she still loved to wear a lipstick and light makeup. All of that weren't allowed. However, when I became the man of my house, I ensured she wore what she liked and was comfortable. She now wears western outfits as well when we travel abroad for holidays.That's me and my IRON lady

When I was 18, I married and eventually had three children. My husband at the time inherited a very large estate when his rich Texas grandmother died.Suddenly, we could buy anything we wanted. We had multiple vehicles, bought a home with acreage, shopped at the best stores. But it meant nothing. My husband was a cruel, hateful, selfish, abusive man who beat and berated his children and his wife. Nothing was ever good enough. No place was ever good enough to live, and he was never happy. His anger manifested itself as violence. He cut me off from my family. And beat me down so that I lived in fear of what he would do to my children or myself if I ever tried to leave. I hated him and what he did to us. I would have traded all that money in a heartbeat to be away from him.It took the involvement of social services for my children and me to be finally free of him. He was killed in a car accident not long after our divorce was finalized. I found out from his mother many months after his death that he had told her he wanted to kill me to make me pay the ultimate price for divorcing him. His children received portions of his estate after he passed. But by then, he had already squandered most of it away.That was 40 years ago. I’ve gone back to school to obtain my BS in Design. We struggle to make the rent every month. I have to be creative to get the bills paid. And I’m eating a bowl of ramen for lunch. But my husband of 8 years is a kind, generous man who tells me he loves me every day. He is my best friend, encourages me, and thinks I am beautiful. My children are all grown, with children of their own.The moral of this story….money isn’t everything.Count your blessings. Practice gratitude.(I really had no idea my answer would resonate so much. And I thank all of you for the support and kind words. So very appreciated! ♥♥)