taxes part 3

Dammit.

The IRS accepted our paper taxes. Absolutely nothing changed between filing them electronically and licking the envelope.

This means we will be facing a full blown audit when some underpaid government drone happens upon the error of Alex's social security number being filed twice and now we won't know when its coming.

fucking IRS.

Add the accountant fees the audit will cost us plus the legal fees we'll be paying to take the ED to court and we're pretty well fucked.

Go after the ED for our out of pocket costs? What would they garnish? the child support we pay?

GAAAAAHHHHHHH.

taxes take two

We have officially had our taxes rejected. We knew it was coming but it still sucks.

Our next step was to file them again in paper form. We know they will be rejected again but the accountant says mailing in a paper copy fulfills our April 15th deadline obligation since this is likely to drag out way past April 15.

And back to the waiting game...

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We have another meeting with the family therapist on Monday. I've started to question myself if we're doing the right thing bringing him. Why do I have any kind of expectation that this lady can help? Why do I think she can gain a level of Alex's trust that I don't have.

I used to feel like the stability Dave and I have here made up for the anarchy with the ED. Lately it feels like we're slowly slipping and all the hugs and kisses we give aren't enough.