I've tried to take the high road.
|And I'm not even Irish.|
Even when he insisted we file our taxes jointly one last time, I said OK. After all, married couples are taxed at a lower rate than anyone else. I mean, apart from corporations.
|Hello, America, how are you?|
It will increase my share of the tax burden.
It will increase his share of the tax burden.
It will increase his considerably more.
But obviously, someone has convinced him I'm a terrible bitch trying to screw him, and he should "stick it to me" by demanding we file separately.
Yep, it totally will increase the taxes I have to pay for 2015.
As well as his. By a lot.
Is it worth a couple of hundred bucks to be free of yet another shared duty/obligation with him?
Oh hell yes.
Bring it. Bring whatever you've got. I'll take it and more, because very shortly I'll be legally single. I'll be 100% free of any moral, financial, or legal responsibility for you.
And if you can't provide such stability, I can tell you fuck off and not let you spend time with our daughter.
Just, you know, if that's how you want to play it.
I'll take a financial bath on taxes this year.
|Way sexier than this, bitches.|
And I'll be happy forever. Your move.
Let the record show I was the nice guy for as long as possible.
If I'm a heartless bitch, I trust you guys will let me know in the comments.