Sunday, February 20, 2005

Does anyone recall why I got married in the first place?

Because I had to ensure that I would get to return to school at an affordable price, that the stunt of not turning over their tax forms that my parents did (because I'm still considered independent) last year could not possibly get in my way again. Eventually my wicked step-mother (#3, who I've never met) submitted her forms, but it was all too late. And how could I be sure that they wouldn't refuse the following year (this year)?

And so I was married. And the celebration was fabulous. And then my wife, without telling me or discussing it with me, filed her taxes as "single." It was only by a happenstance of luck that I questioned her on it before clicking the "submit" button when I was filing mine, else it could have been a bureaucratic nightmare (since the plan had been to file "married but separate"). This presented a problem because I'd already told the school I was married, and the school took in new information in stride. Now I would have to go back and recant. Moreover, now I would have to ask my father for his tax information again (ultimately the school had decided to just ignore my evil step mother's finances).

And so I did (call my father). And, lo and behold, they filed JOINTLY this year. So, to get his forms is to get her forms and he seemed none too eager or willing to convince her to give them to me.

So, I got married for no reason since the school chose to agree with me. Soon I'll be shelling out $600 for the divorce. The one benefit from my marriage was ruined by my wife's not actually thinking of me. And now I'm right back to where I was thirteen months ago. And, as I predicted would happen, the wicked bitch is doing precisely what she was doing thirteen months ago.

At least I was right.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 20:17.
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