I gathered all the financial records together a while ago and sent them to the accountant. I was dreading it greatly and I really had to force myself to take care of that little piece of business.
So this morning I had a voicemail from the tax accountant when I got home--call me as soon as you can. You know darn well that a Sunday morning call like that does not mean good news coming my way. It wasn't good at all, but what can I do but bite the bullet and pay up?
The difference was not a large increase in income, but the loss of my spouse. This is the first time I filed as a single. Good grief the IRS can add insult to injury. I thought Mike was priceless, but the IRS put a more precise figure on him, apparently.
Of course, having to pay income tax does indicate that I have income. That is a good thing so I am not going to complain...too much. I do wish I had more say in what my taxes pay for though. It could be a better, more equitable world.