Eight weeks ago, my husband of three years decided he needed to separate from me and my three children from a former marriage. He isn't a cad and I'm not a helpless victim--it took two of us to wreck this marriage, with a heavy dose of help from the IRS, to whom we are indebted up to our eyeballs.
Unlike many couples in financial messes, we never ran up credit card bills or felt we needed luxury cars, a fancy house or any of the other shallow trimmings of life that so many middle-class folks do. We lived simply and, for awhile, happily.
The problem is that both of us work as consultants, so that taxes aren't deducted from our paychecks. Smart, sensible people, of course, pay quarterly taxes in advance, but we never did -- we were always too strapped, paying off my own back taxes from years as an unemployed single mom, paying rent, utilities. There was always a fresh new financial disaster waiting to claim our money. The final blow was when our teenage son got into trouble with the law, and it cost us all of our savings to get him legal help. We have been living from paycheck to paycheck ever since.
There isn't enough room, nor would I even attempt, to bore you with all the details. Suffice it to say that I acknowledge and accept the fact that I played a more significant role than he in damaging our marriage. Instead of grasping the full seriousness of the situation, I hid my head in the sand and became angry with my husband for always being nervous and worried. In the end, he simply despaired and left.
His leaving was a tremendous slap in the face for me, in so many ways--I have lost a man I truly loved and respected. Though he helps us financially, there is less to share, as he now rents a small apartment for himself. My ex husband, the father of my children, has not been able to pay child support in many months, as his business collapsed and he is desperately trying to find a way to salvage his own life. I am struggling every day to work, to care for the children, to scrimp and save to try to make the bills and set aside a little something every week--but nothing I could save would dig us out of the pit we now find ourselves: We still owe ten thousands dollars to the IRS and in two weeks, we'll have to face yet another tax bill we can't possibly meet.
We don't own our home--we rent. The landlord was kind enough to reduce the rent by $200 a month, which helps, but only a little. Moving would be out of the question--nor is there any place we can yet afford to go.
I've cut our grocery bills to the bare minimum (how much pasta can one family stand?), I've cut out cable TV, turned off the furnace, limited my kids' shower time--in short, looked everywhere for ways to reduce waste.
I have been seeing a counselor who gives me very reduced rates, bless her, in order to sort out the mess that is my life, to keep strong emotionally and spiritually, as I face a frightening new future alone. However, even that is a luxury I will shortly have to forego.
I am most concerned about my children's emotional well-being. They are devastated by the loss of their stepdad, who was far more important to them than he'd ever realize. They are scared by the new financial difficulties and the way Mom's face always seems strained and tired. Our house has lost its life.
I am asking for help--but I don't even know what! I need friendship, I need encouragement, I need prayers, I need good solid advice. I need a forum through which I can "confess" my failings, forgive myself, move past the grief, continue the financial battle find hope for my future and that of my three wonderful children.