Currently I live in an ancient split level hovel that has more crap wrong with it than it has right (hardwood floors FTW), such as a non-working double oven, a tetchy stove, two bathrooms of horror and leakiness, no central air, and other nuisances. It floods when it rains, often bringing surprise shrimp-like dead bug things in on the tide. It got
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My mom's my landlady, with all the worst characteristics of previous non-family ones, such as: being mental, asking for outrageous things, just walking in without announcement, denying needed repairs, poking in cabinets, ringing at all hours, and arguing with me over what her handypeople reported to me about the state of various broken crap.
Today I got the early call, the drop-in unannounced, and a long fight over what a plumber said two years ago about the broken tub upstairs. FFS, woman. hire a new one and argue with her or him, not me.
It done be broke, full stop. Until you fix it, I do not think about it at all. I don't recall every particular re: the farking tub, as it broke two+ years ago and you couldn't be bothered to fix it to benefit ME at the time. Now you want to sell the house and are arguing with me about the state of it? Go on, then, take a bath in it, you'll figure out its problems sharpish that way.
The end.
And although the HATE list does have its therapeutic qualities, you may find it more challenging and soothing to focus on things most liked and appreciated. I do that, too, but as they don't change much, and few are available to me at the moment, I DO get sidetracked. :)
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