I just got dumped by my contractor and I feel like I need to have a good cry. I’m sitting here asking WHY like a forlorn fifteen year old upon hearing the always reliable never for one second truthful, “I think we should just be friends.” I always nodded and said “sure, ok” like I totally understood even though I absolutely totally did not understand. That was me again today. This contractor was not just a random worker guy. He was almost like a friend. Very nice, married, with a whole bunch of kids. The rare kind of contractor that I didn’t mind having in my house day after day. Also, he did great work at reasonable rates. He just finished renovating our master bath and I absolutely love it. Great right? Except, the plan was for him to come back and do more work because this house is a major fixer-upper. But something is going on with him at home. I have guesses but that’s all they are because he kept things vague and discreet. He was also super apologetic. And yet I still feel like somehow this is my fault. Is it something I said? Something I did? (and before you even go there in your head, NO there was nothing inappropriate going on in any way, shape or form, in reality or in anyone’s imaginations. Trust me on this. I’m not the kind of woman that any wife worries about, KWIM?) (Also, I’m pretty sure whatever he is dealing with was an issue before he ever started working on our house.)
SIGH. I am quite certain this says something about my psyche and probably not in a good way.
Putting aside my over-the-top rejection issues, now what? Before we found this contractor – through a friend – our home projects went undone for YEARS because I didn’t know how to get the ball rolling. And here I am again. With a spiral staircase to our basement that most people are scared to use. Kitchen floors that elicit the same response from everyone – “How interesting! You don’t see that very often.” (Black and white checkerboard tile. On a diagonal. You should only ever see such a thing in an ice cream or fudge shoppe.) A fireplace surround of black and white “marble” tile that never fooled anyone for a second. To say nothing of the cramped kids’ bathroom that hasn’t been updated since it was built in 1992 adjacent to the laundry closet too small to hold more than one laundry basket at a time. This house needs work. Lots and lots of work. I was okay with that when we bought this house because I had a contractor that I knew and could rely on. Now what???
I mean, aside from eating copious amounts of chocolate and weeping on my ugly tile floor.