Today I am thankful for my carpet cleaning machine.
Last Thursday, I overheard the toilet in my ex-husband's basement level apartment gurgling. I bought some mine line cleaner and asked him to put it in his toilet when he went to bed. I was heading off to Steve's house for the weekend, so I wouldn't be able to do it.
He said he would.
Main line cleaner prevents sewer back ups.
Well....he did not.
And, now the house smells like a sewer.
Instead of attending an oil and gas networking event where they are giving activists FREE public speaking lessons, I am stuck here cleaning crap out of my ex-husband's living area.
With every movement, with every bucket of sewer water I collect, I realize that this is WHY I do not want to get married.
It has been nothing more than an unpaid job for me. It is an unpaid job that keeps me from pursuing more lucrative opportunities.
There were no perks. There was too little sex. I was stalked and harassed by his family. I would be yelled at when I went out in public. I had little access to money or transportation. I basically had to sneak around to get things done.
My life wasn't my own. It was like working a never ending job with no pay.
I don't want marriage.
I don't want it right now unless I can truly trust my partner and he truly trusts me.
I NEVER want to give up a potential speaking gig to clean up shit that I shouldn't have to be cleaning up. All he had to do was one simple thing. All he had to do was pour a gallon of acid in the toilet. That's it!!
Now, I'm going to be busy over the next few days fixing up the house.
UGH!!!
I'm going back to scrubbing and getting the sewer smell out of my house.
Love ya,
S.
Full Disclosure: Within ten minutes of posting this, my ex-husband came home and took over cleaning the carpet. He won't deal with the sewer issue but at least he's trying.
My eyes burn. I was cleaning using a caustic cleaner. I am going to go out and wash my eyes. If I would have missed and hit my face, maybe I'd look a little bit younger.
Next Day Edit: My eyes are okay. I did burn my face, though. I have burns on my chin and cheek.
This little episode taught me something. I do realize that I need to be rid of my roommate. It's sounds mean but if I am going to live in this house, I need to be able to but mainline cleaner in the sewer once a month. I shouldn't have to spend two days cleaning poo out of carpet. It kills the job search.
Perhaps this was an omen.