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That’s Why They’re Called Ex-Husbands

I had a small problem with a slow kitchen drain last week . . . I know I can’t fix it myself so I called the Lovely Plumbing Company that’s been so helpful with issues here at The Little House . . .

You know me . . . I always jump to THE WORSE CASE SCENARIO and was CONVINCED it was a broken drain pipe because of the ground freezing during the polar vortex that we had recently . . . even though every other drain was working just fine and the toilet wasn’t stopped up . . . I’m a hot mess . . .

Lovely Plumber arrived . . . listened to my description of the problem . . . assured me it probably WASN’T a broken drain pipe . . . and proceeded to work on the kitchen sink.

A half hour later . . . he was done, I paid the bill, and he was on his way . . .

The problem was . . . the drain pipe had frozen . . . seems that XH didn’t slant the drain pipe when he replace the pipes under the sink oh so many years ago . . . there was just enough stuff stuck in the pipe to have it back up a bit and the water froze around the stuff and caused the drain to be slow.  Another part of the problem was that XH didn’t vent the pipes properly and when the stuff was frozen there was not enough air in the pipe to help the pipe drain properly.  Quick fix is to put in a vent thing that will allow enough air to circulate to keep the drain flowing while keeping the smell away.

Curse, swear, filth, foul . . . many bad words were said after Lovely Plumber left that afternoon . . .

How in the world did XH live with himself knowing that he half-assed an important job like plumbing to the kitchen sink?  Did he truly not know how to do the job or did he not care?  As much as he complained and grumbled about doing the plumbing, wouldn’t you think he’d want to do it right so he wouldn’t ever have to do it again?

Once again, I’m worried about every home improvement and home repair job that he ever did . . . wondering when it’s going to fall to shit . . .

And I wonder why I have such problems with anxiety . . .

 

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