u/InitiativeAfter3066 — reddlx

Starting 2026, Italy increased its special flat tax for new HNW residents to €300K/year, up from €200K. Covers ALL foreign-source income regardless of amount. Up to 15 years.

The math for someone earning $3M+/year:

US taxes (federal + state NY): ~$1.5M/year
Italian flat tax: €300K (~$320K) fixed

Annual saving: ~$1.18M
Over 15 years: ~$17.7M saved

For someone earning $10M+/year the numbers
get absurd. €300K covers everything.

Add €50K per family member if needed.

The interesting part nobody talks about: pairing this with a productive agricultural estate in Tuscany creates additional layers — reduced transfer taxes, preferential inheritance treatment, agricultural
income exemptions.

Some people are quietly doing this.
The window is open but these regimes
don't last forever.

Has anyone here actually structured something like this? Curious how people are thinking about it and if it’s worth it.

I left my ex boyfriend in December. It’s been 6 months and I can’t shake this constant tightness in my chest and random crying. I’m looking for perspective from people who’ve been through something similar.

We were together almost a year, on and off. I was 25 when we met, he was 38. We dated 3 weeks before I ended it the first time — he was under the influence and accused me out of nowhere of sleeping with other men.

Months later he reached out again. I had been thinking about him the whole time but didn’t want to be the one to reach out — I didn’t want to signal I was okay with what had happened. When we reconnected, he opened up to me and told me he had been struggling with a substance dependency, but that he had stopped. Things got serious fast. I met his whole family, regularly stayed at his parents’ house, and genuinely felt like we were building something real.

During this period, whenever he used again, he would become paranoid and accuse me of cheating — completely out of nowhere, with no basis. One time he went through my phone, found nothing incriminating, but found a browsing history with an adult video whose title included a word he fixated on, (cuckold, but I didn’t search it for any particular reason )and it fed into his accusations. He would say things like “you’d love to be free and do whatever you want while I have no one else, right?” Every time it happened, I left — either him or the house — but I always came back.

He eventually entered a treatment program and the following 4 months were genuinely the best of our relationship. I felt closer to him than I ever had with anyone. I could always tell when he had a setback because the paranoia would return. In the last 2 weeks before we broke up, we had a fight over exactly that. The next day he cried uncontrollably because he had hurt me. It was clear how much he cared. This was my first real relationship — the first time in my life I genuinely felt loved.

The final day: we were at his parents’ house. He was supposed to go out with a friend, but his parents controlled his finances entirely because of his dependency and refused to give him cash. He had a complete breakdown over being treated like a child. His mother became physically aggressive with him in front of me — hitting him while he was crying and shouting — and at one point he moved toward the window in a way that genuinely scared me. I had to physically intervene to stop him. In the moment I was in such shock that I couldn’t fully process what was happening, and I feel deeply guilty now for any second I spent thinking he might be overreacting. He wasn’t.

His parents had also changed the locks on his apartment — a property worth around €1M — to maintain control over him. Before I left that day he told me I was the only good thing that had ever happened to him.

That same night, he video called me and asked me to show him around my room because he was convinced I had someone there. That was the moment I decided to end it.

A week later we met in person. He had apologized and told me “I’m sorry, I can’t control it, please just reassure me.” I could tell by his speech that he had relapsed again. I got up and left him at the bar.

For the next 3 months he messaged me repeatedly — apologizing, explaining, asking to talk. I was cold and distant and I still feel terrible about how I handled that. Part of what pushed me to stay firm was something I read online: “if you love someone at their lowest, they’ll leave you for someone else at their best.” That sentence really stuck with me and made me hold the line.

It’s been 6 months. I regret leaving. I feel like I’ll never fall in love again — and honestly, right now, I don’t want to.

Has anyone been through something like this? How do you stop grieving someone when you know the relationship wasn’t sustainable?

TL;DR: Was with a 38M for almost a year. He had a substance dependency and would become paranoid and accusatory every time he used. The last 4 months while he was in treatment were the best of our relationship — the first time I ever felt truly loved. Left after witnessing a serious crisis at his parents’ house where I had to physically stop him from reaching a window, followed by a paranoid video call that same night. He apologized for 3 months straight. I stayed cold and distant. 6 months later I’m still grieving and can’t stop crying. I just wish I never left him