Years ago, in the midst of my divorce, I was sitting in therapy, again bemoaning the injustices of divorce in Minnesota. I was beyond frustrated at the lack of enforcement of court orders, at the assumption that moms are better parents than dads, and that no one seemed to think that my case was as urgent as I thought it was.
“Stop calling it the ‘Family Justice System,’” my therapist said.
“What?” I asked. “That’s what it’s called.”