sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
I just mailed my taxes. The refund isn't as hefty as I'd like – the mid four figures, as opposed to the low five figures of the days of a full year of alimony – but it's better than nothing.

In that filing I included what I hope is my last ever IRS Form 1040 Schedule 1, which is where you say how much alimony you paid, and to whom. It also includes my first of many Schedule A, which is where you report the mortgage interest deduction. The mortgage interest deduction does handily beat the standard deduction. Computing the mortgage interest deduction is a little bit bananas partly because of Trump, but c'est l'argent.
sistawendy: a detail of a blue corset with violet lace overlay (blue corset)
Nobody came to my Alimony Liberation Party at the Wildrose. La Fashionista had family woes, Tacoma Girl was unwell, Comfy Lady had a prior engagement, and the Tickler isn't doing bars just yet. Taller Woman did stop by with a gift of chocolate from Lady T, which was (wait for it) sweet.

Fuck COVID, mayunn. I'm pretty sure the Tickler is far from alone in her risk assessment, and I don't hold that against anyone. But it's not right that any of us are in this situation.

Shallow fashion details: violet brocade overbust corset from Dark Garden, violet accessories, black velvet skirt with a handkerchief hem from Etsy, Fluevog Truth Brittany boots. When I asked La Fashionista, "Mid-century pinup? Lolita? Or kinky rich bitch?" she replied, "I think you've answered your own question." It is to laugh.
sistawendy: Lego me in a red dress holding a beer tankard (celebration plastic)
This is a repost, of sorts, but the timing for this is much more reasonable than last time.

ATTN: all you Seattle-area people who like to party while surrounded by dykes

What: My Alimony Liberation Party.
When: Saturday, February 5th, at 7:00 PM, i.e. 1900 hours.
Where: The Wildrose, 1021 E Pike St., Seattle, WA
Why: My last direct deposit of alimony, or officially "maintenance" in Washington state, happened last week.
Who: You, silly!
What to wear: It's the lesbian bar in Seattle. They don't care, and neither do I.

Let the tackiness commence! Don't forget to bring proof of COVID vaccination & your mask, and tip well, because I'm a regular there.
sistawendy: me in my nurse costume looking weirded out (weirded out)
After six years, one month, and a total of $292,000, I have finished paying alimony, or as Washington state law calls it, maintenance.

How do I feel about being square with my Ex? Mainly, I don't. Might Ex have milked my guilt? Sure, but that has just ended. I've got other concerns, which you have read about or will read about right here.

What am I going to do with all that cash that I'm not sending to Ex anymore? Buy a place to live, mainly. At least, that's the hope. Seattle's housing market could be charitably described as overheated.

I really love my neighborhood, but there's no way in hell I'm going to afford a detached house near where I live without my mother's death handing me a down payment*. Luckily, I'm not attached to detached. But I'm leery of the homeowners' associations in condo buildings: they seem to be full of busybodies and people trying to avoid paying for necessary long-term maintenance, or so I keep hearing from condo residents. My stylist recommended town houses; he lives in one. I'd be OK with that.

Might I travel more or engage in more circumflatulation? Wayell, maybe. Watch this space.



*That's certainly possible, but I shouldn't count on it.
sistawendy: me looking confident in a black '50s retro dress (mad woman)
ATTN: all you Seattle-area people who like to party while surrounded by dykes

I've settled on a date & venue with the rest of the coven* for what La Fashionista has dubbed...

What: My Alimony Liberation Party.
When: Saturday, February 5th, at 7:00 PM, i.e. 2000 hours. [Edited to make it an hour earlier.]
Where: The Wildrose, 1021 E Pike St.
Why: My last direct deposit of alimony, or officially "maintenance" in Washington state, will happen on February 1st.
Who: You, silly!
What to wear: It's the lesbian bar in Seattle. They don't care, and neither do I.

Why so far in advance? Because I'm a maniac, that's why. Let the tackiness commence! Good thing Ex doesn't read this here Dreamwidth.



*The coven, if you'll recall, is La Fashionista, Tacoma Girl, and I. I did not choose that name.
sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
As of this week, I have only one year left of alimony payments. I've been paying $4K per month for a little over five years now.

I have two gigantic expenses coming up, and for those the end of alimony can't come soon enough:
  1. Buying my mother's house back from the reverse mortgage holders. Mind you, they haven't agreed to any deal yet, but for Mom's potential long term care expenses this is looking like our only option. Good Sister says that trying to get satisfaction from long term care insurance is about to drive her to a therapist for anger management.
  2. Buying a place to live instead of pouring money down the rat hole that is rent. Good Sister the CPA is quietly adamant that I need to do this, but she didn't need to tell me.
Yes, I've shopped too much during the pandemic. But either of the above dwarfs the total of what I've spent by at least an order of magnitude.
sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
Remember that piece that Ex and I wrote for KUOW and had the photo shoot for? Well, it's live now.

Yes, I'm pimping this story here because a) I'm kind of proud of it, and b) Ex needs the exposure. If you're a longtime reader of this here journal, you know the basic outline of the story.
sistawendy: a butterfly in the style of a street sign (butterfly)
Ex wrote a story for KUOW about our last date during our divorce mediation. I contributed to the story. The editor wanted some photos of us for their web site because we couldn't for the life of us find one that was taken the day of.

So I got moderately dolled up* and bopped down to Canlis. Even ordinarily they have valet parking, and thanks to the pandemic they've been using their parking lot to serve customers, so I wasn't sure it would be OK to park in their lot. But park we did, and the staff, who started to arrive just after we did, was cool with it. Much photography and chatting ensued.

So when will the story go live? After the inauguration, and it'll get rerun (What was the word she used?) after Valentine's Day.

Ex is hoping Canlis throws us a bone for the positive press we've given them. I'm not holding my breath, but that would kick a lot of butt.

My doing this isn't just an exercise in vanity. Ex has thirteen months to triple her annual income, as she's fond of saying, because that's when I'm no longer obligated to pay alimony. Anything I can do to help her launch could benefit me.



*Shallow fashion details: black wrap top from WaYi, floral pencil skirt from Pinup Girl, black leggings, Fluevog Gladstone boots, bent horseshoe nail necklace, fairly ordinary makeup. OK, unusually I added eyebrow pencil.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
I wished Ex a happy 25th Unniversary via text. She replied, "Et toi." No kidding: we were married 25 years ago today. I moved out of the house we shared ten years ago today, only remembering later in the day that it was our anniversary.

And in quasi-political news, I ordered something for a circumflatulation project from an eBay seller in Virginia. The last time I ordered it, and the time before that, it arrived via USPS in five days, tops. This time it's been two weeks, and USPS claims it should be delivered today. Let that be a lesson to people who need to vote or transact other time-sensitive business by mail.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
Best quote from my son's birthday dinner with my ex on her porch: "I have twenty months to quadruple my income." Well, Ex, I sincerely hope you succeed. I did not mention, however, that surely I will have helped her pay down her $100K mortgage - so small because she kept our former house in the divorce settlement - over six years of $48K in annual alimony payments.

The best part of dinner was the ice cream afterward. The Wendling insisted on cookies & cream, which I love, and which Ex hates. Nyeh heh heh heh!

Shallow Fashion Details: black sleeveless New Look-inspired dress from Pinup Girl with a rose & spider web print; petticoat, of cours; black leather fedora; black Rohesia belt and Truth Alison shoes, both from Fluevog; silver jewelry. 'Nuther words, I dressed to at least maim my ex.

Last night would have been the Trans Pride< march & rally were it not for COVID-FUCKING-19. I help staff the Lambert House table at these events, but since there's no event, everything was moved online. I was there with B, the Lambert House volunteer manager, mostly shooting the breeze. In two hours we talked to all of one person for about twenty minutes. Le sigh. It was sad, but I can say we did our best.

Funny Lady, I've learned, doesn't like doing video calls, which is one reason why she wanted to do a social distance picnic in her back yard. (The other reason is that she wants to show of her newly acquired breadmaking skills.) Well, the climate that Seattle is notorious for put the kibosh on that. I've mentioned here before how hard FL is to schedule. It may take us another three months to try again.

All I can say is that the Tickler better not bail on me this evening. More Shallow Fashion Details: my black & white checker bodycon dress from Pride Eve of two years ago. Yes, I went on a date with her that night, but I'm pretty sure she's OK with that. Fluevog Francesca boots because it's not warm. Pride rainbow accessories, including the necklace she gave me.

Oh, speaking of Pride: have a bunch of mixes from queer DJs on KEXP. Must... not... make a joke about 1000 homo DJs!
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
The Wendling spent last night here, as usual for a Monday. He told me that he'd just found out I don't have to pay any more alimony after February 2022. He said that, basically, it was time to make a move toward independence, since his mother won't be able to afford feeding him anymore.

Where to start? On the one hand, it's wonderful that he's finally come to the belated conclusion that he should, like, be a person. On the other, it's classic Wendling to wait until circumstances force his hand. The dude follows the path of least resistance so well you'd think he's made entirely of electrons.

I gently brought up the possibility of going back to school (which would mean facing his ADHD) and working toward being a lawyer, for which I think he's temperamentally & intellectually suited. He called it a "pipe dream". He seems to have no plan other than getting more hours at the supermarket where he works. As I told him at the time, he broke my heart. I know everything sucks right now, but Christ on a pogo stick, it's not right for him to give up before he's even really started. I haven't the faintest idea how to fix that.

It occurs to me that I should talk to Ex. I haven't had a serious chat with her in ages.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
Ex emailed me last night to tell me that she'd broken a tooth, and she needed $2K to get it fixed. She offered to take that off the end of my alimony, so I wouldn't have to pay all the way through February of 2022, just half way.

If you'll recall, I had most of my tax refund still in the bank, potentially needed for getting my mom's house back from the reverse mortgage. It's occurred to me that at the rate things are going, we may need to get her in dementia care even sooner than we could fight any legal battles.

So against my better judgment I gave Ex the money. She promised to marry me if we ever need to bug out of the country and move to Ireland*.

Either I practice good karmic and financial hygiene, or I'm a damn fool. There is no third possibility. Time to start saving back up what I just paid out.



*Thanks to her first husband, Ex has been able to obtain an Irish passport.
sistawendy: a detail of a blue corset with violet lace overlay (blue corset)
I invited the Proprietress to join me at a social for a certain local organization in Fremont last night. It was all perfectly lovely until we got on the subject of divorce. This one dude started going on about how he "lawyered up so hard". I've never seen anyone leave a date as fast as the Prope did after that; she would have had to run to get out of there faster.

I asked what was up via text as soon as I could, and she told me that her ex was a raging asshole during her divorce proceedings: emotionally abusive, with a "scorched earth" lawyer. She said that if she had to either leave or shriek. It all happened fast enough that I'm not sure it would have even mattered if she'd told me before; maybe she did. File this under S for sore subject.

This is part of what I mean when I say I've been lucky.

Meanwhile, the Tickler seems to have fallen off the radar. She isn't answering texts. She travels a lot, so this wouldn't be too concerning except that a) I don't remember her having any travel plans for right around now, b) she just spent a good chunk of time on the east coast for Pride & the 4th of July, c) it's the middle of the week, and d) did I mention that her birthday was a few days ago?

I hate that she's now an hour and a half away from me, and that's via the car that I usually don't have. One mutual friend joked that given where she now lives, she might have been eaten by coyotes.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
I had dinner over at Ex's place so we could talk about the Wendling, etc. There's some good news and some bad news.

The good news is that the people she knows of who could help file an SSDI claim for our son don't ask for up front money, they want a percentage afterward. She claims that it won't take multiple years, but given what I've read right here on the Dee Dubya, I'm skeptical. Well, I no longer see a reason to try to stop her, so why not?

There's more good news: my son has started talking to a mentor, another autistic who has, like, a real job and stuff. M'boy is willing to talk to him, apparently, because he doesn't see him as "inferior" (!) the way he did the other autistics he's met over the years. The Wendling has been doing things like arranging therapy appointments and buying groceries without being asked to do so, much less reminded. Ex says he's even discussed coping strategies with his mentor. Maybe there's hope for him after all.

Now here's the bad news: if you'll recall, my divorce decree specifies five years of maintenance at $48K per annum, and we were to split the difference of my 401(k) and the proceeds from the house in Kirkland. We'd originally thought that was going to work in my favor, but neau, it worked in hers. She wants it tacked onto the end of the maintenance, meaning I'll be paying her until early 2022. The darkly funny part of this is that [personal profile] cupcake_goth and I were just talking about this last week. Speak of the devil. Ah well, at least I'm slightly more than halfway done.

I did the 50 to the train to the E line home, just barely making the train an the E. For the first time ever I made contact with a train door. It seems like a metaphor today.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
It turns out that there is a blank for pre-2019 alimony payments. It's on Schedule 1, not the 1040 itself or any of its lettered variants. I could have sworn I'd already searched the 1040 instructions for that; maybe I was looking at the wrong year. Regardless, I filled out, copied, and mailed in my return with a high degree of confidence in the legality of what I sent.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
We interrupt your frivolity to talk about federal income taxes. Part of the recent Republican tax scam made it illegal to deduct alimony payments, but only if you finalized your divorce in 2018 or later. Mine was final at the end of 2015.

So I'm sitting pretty, you say. Not so fast: there's no longer a blank on any US tax form for alimony. The instructions are a little scattered and hand-wavy. As near as I can tell, I just deduct it, and write... somewhere on my 1040 - which now features a lot of white space, conveniently - that I paid this much alimony to SSN number blah.

The fuck? That's a lot of money to me, if you'll recall. Between tax chaos and the shutdown, Republican pobuckers are making a shambolic attempt to screw me. If they try to drag me into court, I will fight. I guess I better screen shot the IRS site every which way.

To put it in perspective, though, I have friends who've taken a much more serious hit because of the shutdown.
sistawendy: me in the Mercury's alley with the wind catching my hair (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
Yeah, I know I've said I'm all done with divorce stuff several times now, but this time it may actually be true. The background: Ex needed a co-signer for her mortgage so she could buy her new place, and I was the natural choice. That's how badly I wanted our old house sold and the divorce done.

Ex reminded me a week or two ago that she could finally refinance, which was always her plan, and get my name off her loan. I just signed the paperwork to quit claim, etc. I am off the hook for Ex's house. Not that she was in any danger of failing to pay for her house. In fact, that mortgage was only about $100K to start with thanks to the sale of the old house.

It occurs to me that it's time to rename my "nibs" tag to "ex", because it's been a long time since she was Her Nibs in any sense.
sistawendy: me in a green velvet dress in front of a brick wall, laughing and looking up as I think, "WTF?" (wtf laughing)
Ex and I had to bop all the way out to the outer suburbs to cancel our safe deposit box, the last account of any kind that we held jointly. Yes, we split the phone bill. Yes, we split the car insurance & registration. And oh yeah, we sold a house a couple of years back. It's good to be well & truly done with divorce tasks, more than nine years (!) after starting down this road emotionally and two years legally.

Ex, to my small embarrassment but no great surprise, tried to get out of paying $80 one last time, but nope. We could have if we'd jumped on it a couple of weeks ago, but between Ex's arthritis and her stepmother's broken bones, that didn't happen.

What was weird about this was how we act when we're together: we talk non-stop, about our son, about our parents, about the news. I felt a little sorry for the bank employees. I found myself wishing we were having lunch instead of in a bank branch. It's bittersweet - still - to hang out with the woman I once believed was Ms. Right. (Yeah, I know a lot of you don't exactly share that sentiment. You have a point, and you've made it. Now hush.)

You want to know why so much of my life is devoted to the search for the new Ms. Right? See the above paragraph. Most of the people reading this who have primary partners found them at ages significantly younger than I am now. Maybe my son's right, and I'm ducking foomed. Ex expresses a healthy skepticism of the wisdom of the young. I sure hope she's right this time.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
From the Dept. of Delayed Divorce, Ex and I finally got around to splitting up the cell phone bill. All three of us used to be on one bill, which Ex (!) was paying. Now, more reasonably, the kiddo & I go on one and she's off on her own. I forgot that we were paying for two tablets that we don't use. Oy. They get cancelled tomorrow.

And on a related note, if you remember almost exactly a year ago, I agreed to have m'boy at my place on weekdays and send him to Ex on the weekends. That hasn't been optimal for quite a while - since July, says the Wendling - because he now works much closer to Ex's place than mine. And once he restarts school, getting there is also easier from her place than mine. So, starting next month, my son will be with my ex on days when he's working, which are usually but not always weekdays, and with me the rest of the time. I've warned him that he may hear lesbian sex if he's here on the weekends, and gotten the predictable cringe from him. Just kidding: I would subject neither him nor a date to that if I could help it. But hey, if they were copacetic, you're reading the words of someone who's had sex in a room full of third parties. A lot of third parties.

I'm not sure whether I'd rather have him here on weekends or weeknights. On the one hand, if he's here less, that's less stressful on me, and he isn't commuting his life away. On the other hand, Ex isn't that good at launching m'boy when he needs to be launched. Given the lack of social action (apart from m'boy) in my apartment lately, that aspect is probably a wash. I note that Brown Eyes doesn't seem to mind driving anywhere anytime, and sleepovers at my lake place are impractical for the Tickler.
While we three were driving around today, m'boy found a months-old voice mail from Exdad wishing him happy birthday. Exdad, if you'll recall, has been dead for about six weeks. Poor Ex started crying as she drove. She'd mentioned earlier that losing him had been hard, messing with her daily life. I couldn't help reminding her that she used to tell me to, in essence, just get over my own father's death because it was so long ago.

"That sounds like something my mother would say," she said. Yup, it sure is. That's usually not a good sign, and Ex knows it. She points out that she's no longer the person I was married to, for better and for worse, and my criticism of her past self is a trifle unfair. Yeah, I guess it is, but I can now say that I'm not mad at her for it anymore. She acquired some empathy for me in about the worst way she could have.
sistawendy: me smirking in my Hester Pryne costume (smartass hester)
Last night I fired up my new printer to do its first legit job: tax forms for me & m'boy. Not post-worthy, you may protest, but wait.

As I read my 1040 - this will be the first year in decades that I've done my own taxes - I was informed of something that makes perfect sense but hadn't occurred to me: alimony is tax deductible. I pay quite a bit of what Washington state calls "maintenance" to my ex. I should have a hefty refund check coming, something with which I am a-OK.

The flip side of this is, of course, that Ex has to pay taxes on that income from me. But she's always been smart about that sort of thing, and it's not my problem anyway.

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