By Leigh Newman
Photo: Thinkstock1. He teaches you how to fill out your Schedule C without gnashing his teeth...or breaking his computer.
Back in the late '90s, when my then-boyfriend, Lawrence, and I were dating, he considered my tax-preparation methodology upsetting, but almost wondrously so--a kind of Grand Canyon of incompetency. A few years into our marriage, he decided to help. He put the computer in a closet, so as not to break it in rage, as had happened when he tried to teach me to budget. He spoke slowly, but not so slowly that I suspected he was patronizing me. He explained his reasons behind every single action I had to take (I am unable to do anything unless I understand the why), and he provided a lot of potato chips (I am also unable to do anything unless fed, watered and salted). By the end of the night, I had completed a respectable 1099 and gained a sense of being understood, down to my weaknesses (details, forms, numbers, rules and small print). A feeling, which was--andRead More »from 5 Signs You've Found Long-Lasting Love