Incredibly, fantastically, hilarious
May 31, 2016 21:00:18 GMT -5
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Post by JMX on May 31, 2016 21:00:18 GMT -5
So, I had my taxes printed for my appointments, but never really looked at them. I had the years printed from 2011-2014 (2015 I remembered the total owed so it wasn't necessary). Anywho - I always had him do the taxes so I could give him some responsibility. He always was late, sometimes not filing extensions. I spent the better part of an hour speaking with a sweet lady from the IRS who explained things to me that I thought I knew and did not. I went into it with other questions that I already knew but wanted to make sure - she and I went over the amount owed and she pulled my file and talked to me about the income... She got confused about whose income was whose when I asked her about a clean start program I had heard about. Apparently, it is available based on history and future "ability" to pay. I kind of got choked up and told her I was never sure if "we" could pay it down as I wasn't sure if he would keep a job. She went over my income, said a couple of things after looking at the forms and then, encouraged me by telling me that I was diligent and smart and that I would make it through this. She said it was a good thing it was in my hands now.
I thought it was strange. The tone changed when she looked up the income. She was nice the entire time, but turned super sweet on me at that time.
While discussing the conversation with my dad, I remembered the forms were in my car and I went to get them so we could look over them to see what she may have been thinking.
My dad was looking at them and started shaking his head. Then he got visibly upset and mad and asked why I didn't tell him all of it? I grabbed a couple of years and started looking through them not sure what I "did not tell him". All four of those years - my husband's income averaged $4k/year. Some nothing, some a little something. Yes, that's right - he averaged $4k/year - years 2011-2014. One of the "nothing" years, I had a childcare credit - and I remember back then being upset that I had to take the baby to daycare when the dude was home and "looking for a job". I made the decision because I thought she needed to learn something and that she would be better off at pre-school.
Oh, my dad was so pissed. It kind of made me mad too, looking back over it and letting it marinate again.
Trauma like that must be like childbirth - you forget about it so you can soldier on and do it again.
My dad sees that I carried the family the entire time (I did the two years prior as well but I paid those taxes) and feels better about being my safety net while I figure this out. But man, he is so mad. I literally take care of 90% of all the workload around my house as well - inside and outside, kids, scheduling, transportation.
I am (was) so, so stupid. It's almost hilarious. Incredibly, fantastically, hilarious.
I thought it was strange. The tone changed when she looked up the income. She was nice the entire time, but turned super sweet on me at that time.
While discussing the conversation with my dad, I remembered the forms were in my car and I went to get them so we could look over them to see what she may have been thinking.
My dad was looking at them and started shaking his head. Then he got visibly upset and mad and asked why I didn't tell him all of it? I grabbed a couple of years and started looking through them not sure what I "did not tell him". All four of those years - my husband's income averaged $4k/year. Some nothing, some a little something. Yes, that's right - he averaged $4k/year - years 2011-2014. One of the "nothing" years, I had a childcare credit - and I remember back then being upset that I had to take the baby to daycare when the dude was home and "looking for a job". I made the decision because I thought she needed to learn something and that she would be better off at pre-school.
Oh, my dad was so pissed. It kind of made me mad too, looking back over it and letting it marinate again.
Trauma like that must be like childbirth - you forget about it so you can soldier on and do it again.
My dad sees that I carried the family the entire time (I did the two years prior as well but I paid those taxes) and feels better about being my safety net while I figure this out. But man, he is so mad. I literally take care of 90% of all the workload around my house as well - inside and outside, kids, scheduling, transportation.
I am (was) so, so stupid. It's almost hilarious. Incredibly, fantastically, hilarious.
