It’s not so much that the house has issues. That’s life. Everything breaks down at some point.
Although, we were pretty stupid when we were buying the house. Since we lived in another state at the time, I asked him if we could hire a professional home inspector to inspect the house for us. He said he would just have his dad look at it.
Well, somehow, his dad managed to miss the rotting floor, the failing septic system, the leaking well, and the leaking bathtub. And the termites. (His dad replaced the bathtub for us not too long after we moved in.)
However, the other things are still problems that have increased over the past seven and half years that we have lived here.
Which brings me to what makes me so mad. Like I said, it’s not so much that the house has issues. It’s just that they are NEVER fixed. And there are NO plans to fix them. It is pointless to even bring it up; a complete waste of time, energy, and breath.
I’ve done some stuff to help the house. I put in a drainage system to keep so much water from going under the house. I sealed up the crawl space and put in a ventilation system to help dry it out under the house to hopefully slow the rotting of the floor. My brother helped me lay plastic under the house to further seal the crawl space. I’ve painted many of the rooms. I fixed the leaking faucet to stop sixty gallons a day from going into the septic tank. I got a job to see about getting the leaking roof fixed. I hired and paid for someone to clean and seal the air ducts.
He just has no desire, no incentive to fix anything around here. He can’t even replace a tire that keeps leaking on the riding lawn mower.
This is what makes me so mad. He passivity. His lack of maturity to man up and take care of his family.
Oh, guess what. He’ll change the whole house water filter at his parents’ house for his sister.
But somehow I don’t rate.