It’s amazing how quickly excitement and happiness can turn to stress and approach depression.
In December, when we viewed the house we’re moving into, before Christmas, it was in a livable condition. Two of the three bedrooms and the bathroom were painted a horrible color by the previous tenants. The landlord wanted to repaint before we moved in. They had painted over wallpaper in the bathroom so he had to strip the walls to remove the wallpaper. He said it would be ready for a Jan. 1st move in. He had one working arm and we offered to do some help. We went one day and all he had us do was clean the baseboards and a closet. We were expecting to go back to help while my husband was on holiday stand down. Hubby ended up getting sick the first week and because the landlord was having surgery Jan. 9th, he told us not to come out because he didn’t want to get sick prior to it. He was sending us pictures of a bathroom upgrade progress.
Once my husband was better during the second week of his leave, we tried contacting the landlord to come over to do some work. He didn’t respond for three days. He had fallen and couldn’t do anymore work. Again, he sent us photos of the bathroom we thought was ours. Above was the last one he sent.
We wanted to move while my husband was on leave because I am unable to lift big and heavy objects. So we rented a moving truck to move our mattress and box spring and other big/heavy items the day before his leave ended. When we got to the house, this is what we found.
The bathroom he’s been sending us pictures of is not our bathroom! He’s been doing work on some other bathroom and sending us pictures of the updates!?!?! The toilet and sink aren’t even hooked up because the walls still need to be primed and painted. Two of the three bedrooms are still taped up with plastic on the floors, waiting to be painted. The kitchen is full of all his supplies.
After we unloaded our stuff from the truck and went back to our apartment, I called to cancel the internet switch-over. We’ll be camping on the floor of our apartment until the house is livable. I tried calling the landlord too. He didn’t answer so I sent him an email asking if he’d give us a discount because it was already the second week of January and it was not in livable condition. We had paid January rent already. He would not give us a discount. He would not give us a rent credit for hiring people to get the work done. It was either we (my husband and I) need to finish up (and we can only do work while the landlord is present) or he will give us our money back and we can find somewhere else to live. Our lease ends at the end of January and we already moved things over there. My husband is leaving soon for a month and a half long underway. I am so distraught over this! I don’t want to live in that house anymore because I’m so angry with the landlord. He lives right next door too. I especially don’t want to deal with him while my husband is gone for so long. I don’t even know if this crap will be finished before his ship leaves. We certainly don’t have time to find a new place…or I’d end up having to move all on my own.
We were planning on going out there Saturday and Sunday to do whatever work we could get done. I emailed the landlord this because he said he was in too much pain and couldn’t get to the phone. He sent an email back misquoting me, saying we couldn’t just “knock out” everything in one weekend. That pissed me off. I never once said we’d “knock out” anything. I’m really hating this guy.
Eric went back to work this morning and found out he has duty Saturday. Wonderful. I guess I have to go out there Saturday by myself. I don’t know what I can do…I’ve never done any of this crap before. We’ll still be out there Sunday but we can’t get much done with the way the landlord wants things to be done. This isn’t going to be completed before my husband goes on his underway, I just know it.
I am easily stressed out and I don’t deal with it very well. Ever since we saw the current condition of the house I’ve been nothing but stressed and near tears/depression. I don’t like any of this. I don’t know what to do. A part of me just wants to say fuck it and find somewhere else to live. I don’t deal with stress very well so my instinct is to not deal with it. Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be. As long as the bathroom gets finished, I suppose it would be livable. The situation wouldn’t be so bad if my husband didn’t have this underway coming up. The price of the house is $750 for four months, then $800 after that. Most two bedroom apartments in the area are $850+. I guess I just have to deal with it. Won’t be so bad once everything is fixed up. Le sigh.
So far, 2013 is off to a bad start. Two deaths in the family and now this housing nightmare. What’s next 2013?