So. New York lawyer Dude, married to New York lawyer Dudette, get divorced. Hardly rare. But they did their settlement a couple of years ago, when some guy named Madoff was diddling with people's money. Seems Dude and Dudette decided on how to separate their wealth, and he pulled some millions (lord, how removed am I from this story?!) from his Madoff account to pay off her. Dudette decided not to invest with Madoff, and made off with her money and did her own thing.
Fast forward. Like some backassed Dickensian fairy tale, Dude is pleading, "please, sir, I want more." Seems he is prepared to argue to the Supreme Court that the divorce should be reopened because he (waaaah) lost all his money. The fact it's climbing up the justice food chain is ridiculous to my 'really? really??' mindset. He's saying that the asset didn't actually exist, therefore, ergo and whatnot, it is not real. That account that he withdrew from. Yeah, that one.
There is a reason people lose sleep and sanity over divorces. They are hard and wrenching and horrid. 'Amicable' is often a code word for 'medicated', and until you are long years out of it, you can't look back with any peace. I can't imagine being rich and getting divorced; being poor and getting divorced was crappy enough. Frankly, if you're rich and want to stay that way, I suggest you never get married. If money matters a lotttttttttttt to you, I suggest you don't get married. Feel free to ignore my advice. Most do.
The thing is, a divorce - especially in recent turbulent economic times - is like those machines at the bowling alley where you try to nab a stuffed animal with the metal claws. You choose the best position you can imagine, and plunge the hook down. And you get what you get, and you'll like it, to quote Christer when he was about 5. Seems our New York Dude wants a Mulligan.
If you've ever been divorced, you will be familiar with the Lottery Scenario. Be quiet. You know exactly what I'm gonna say. You imagine that the day after it's final, you win the lottery. Take that, sucka. And then in about 5 seconds, you reverse that thought, and get a little bit quiet.
You may not have to share in What's- His- Name's costly schemes anymore, but nor do you get to cash in if one of them actually works. You hear that, Dude? She didn't pick Madoff. You did. You lose. Suck it up.