Today was a depressing day. I woke up ok, snuggled by cats and dogs, pinned in bed. I got up, let the dogs out in the snow to pee, well, 2 of the three dogs. Cookie doesn't get out of bed before 10am usually. Then I got my yogurt and cola and went back to bed to Instagram and eat. Hubby was sleeping until the alarm went off, then he got up. I was feeling ok when I looked over and saw a big bedbug walking across hubby's pillow. I grabbed the pillow and took it in the bathroom to knock the bugger in the toilet but think it dropped off before I got there. That was the beginning of my downward spiral.
Hubby got his shower and put on his pants, shoes and socks then headed down to his office to check the bank accounts. And happened upon the sewer back up in the downstairs bathroom and utility room. Luckily not on the carpet. He yelled at me to not flush or run water while he changed into some jeans and a tshirt. Then he went to rent the snake to fix the clog. He pulled the toilet in the downstairs bathroom and snaked out a lot of roots. We were overdue for doing this, should have been done in August. He finally got the clog taken care of and we tested it by flushing both upstairs toilets and running the kitchen sink. This took all morning and part of the early afternoon, so he had called into work to tell them he would be in by 5 at the latest.
Once he got everything running, replaced the wax ring and toilet, cleaned and sanitized the floors, he took another shower and got dressed. Then he took me to Village Inn so we could get away from the house. I told him that I was feeling that Frank, by his carelessness of how he has treated our home, makes me feel violated. I have made so much progress mentally and physically because I have felt safe here. This was my home, I was ok, loved, able to be myself. But now, I can't. There is an infestation of bugs that chewed on me and I have marks on my body, all because of Frank and his filthy way of life. No respect for how to live and practice hygiene. I'm taking 2-3 anxiety pills a day now. This is something I'm going to have to learn to work out with my therapist and I don't know what hubby can do to help me right now.
3 bad things have happened to us now. 4 if you count Rick Grimes dying. But if bad things happen in threes, then we are due for things to get better again, right?
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