uncharted post-marital territory
Friday, March 25, 2011 at 2:01PM Ever since I found out that my tax refund would probably be entirely swallowed up by Estranged Husband's* unpaid taxes, I have been receiving unhelpful advice from anyone who found out about it. The general concensus is that I'm "too nice". The only dissenter was Ian*, who like me, realizes the dangers inherent in losing one's temper.
Ryan* even offered to intervene in my behalf - he found out when I called his friend and reneged on the Speed Triple. While I don't think Ryan was going to get medieval on the E.H. or anything like that - he promised to stick to phone calls - I found myself being slightly offended by his offer. I think he was trying to be helpful/supportive but it didn't come across that way. Perhaps I am a bit too touchy about the men vs women factor.
This is probably due to the fact that I've never wanted to be one of those typical harridan wives. One of the nicest things David (first husband) ever said to me was, "In 13 years, you've never nagged me". It's too bad I was getting on a plane to leave Sydney when he said this, but one can't have it all.
However, this doesn't mean I've decided to bite the bullet. I thought about how long E.H. has known about his tax bill, and how he chose to do nothing about it even though he certainly knew what the IRS would do. E.H. has been an accountant/controller for decades.
I dusted off the power of attorney he gave me in late 2007, when he packed his bag and left. And I realized that I could get pretty freakin' mean if I wanted to.
So I decided to give him a couple of weeks to a) contact the IRS, and b) come back with a repayment plan. If he doesn't do a) and b), I will move on to c), which is to whip out the power of attorney and start visiting people. I've never been to Nederland.
Guess it's about time to finalize a divorce, eh?
* See Key to Characters at right.
Reader Comments (1)
Sorry for the bad luck. I had a similar issue after my divorce and ended up paying something a thousand or so dollars to the state that I'd have much rather held on to.