Last night we had a heated family discussion about our leaky master bedroom fireplace at the beach house. It has not been properly dealt with and when storms blow, rain gets in. It’s not like it floods the place, and the floors are concrete, but the surround is a beautiful custom steel and it is now all rusty. It’s just not good for unwanted water to be getting in to a house.
Our sort of unwritten agreement at this point is that, after 20+ years of me exclusively handling every aspect of our house, including maintenance, while Blue Eyes was off literally fucking around, it’s now his turn to take care of house maintenance. He hasn’t really done anything in the past three years to deal with the fireplace situation. What he has spent dozens of hours on, and hundreds of dollars on (if not thousands) is futzing around with his blasted cedar hot tub on the deck of the beach house. It’s like, his hobby. I am not a “hot tub person.” I didn’t want a hut tub. The hot tub has been nothing but a problem from day one. I mean, it’s pretty, and it doesn’t require chemicals as it has some reverse osmosis situation going on, but the heater never seems to work properly, and it sucks up the propane, and cleaning it is quite a time consuming ordeal, etc… he has spent WAY more time dealing with the thing, than actually using it, but he seems to have a never ending supply of patience and energy and money when it comes to that tub!
Somehow last night at dinner the leaky fireplace entered the conversation. The Peacemaker doesn’t understand the concept that it is a custom build situation. The caps have already been rebuilt, but the master bedroom side of the fireplace leaks. It has no damper. The damper went by the wayside when financial decisions had to be made at the end of construction when we were all realizing our dick of a general contractor had overspent on our house by nearly $500,000 and neglected to tell us. In the scramble to complete the house, things like much-needed can lights, and fireplace dampers got nixed.
Blue Eyes started getting antsy and defensive as The Peacemaker started asking more and more questions. No, there aren’t detailed plans for the fireplaces. They were built on the spot with the architect there for guidance. In order to access the mechanics, I kid you not, you have to climb through the cabinetry in the master bedroom. There’s a “secret” room back there. This is a job for an expert, someone who understands custom fireplace systems and dampers, etc… Personally I think a big part of the problem is… I don’t care for wood burning fireplaces. I asked for gas inserts, which are easily spec’d and built. The architect likes wood burning fireplaces, also easily spec’d and built. The architect decided that my gas fireplaces needed to be easily converted to wood burning should anyone in the future want it that way, even though it is MY house. I actually didn’t find out about all this until the house was built and the fireplace leaked. The custom built double fireplace damper/flue/chimney situation has to accommodate both wood and gas, with budget cuts, it simply wasn’t built properly.
As the conversation heated up, I’d had enough. We need a specialist to come in, diagnose, and fix the situation. Blue Eyes needs to coordinate it. That’s it. I reminded him of all the time spent on his precious cedar tub, I admit it! My voice was raised as I became more stressed and kept trying to exit the situation. I finally left and went off to do other things.
A while later, The Peacemaker found me, tried to start up the conversation AGAIN (I know he’s trying to be helpful), but proceeds to tell me his father no longer “FEELS SAFE” discussing the situation because I was yelling at him???
The man who lied to me for decades, cheated on me (no protection), gaslighted me, abused me selfishly, and brought a stalker into MY life, doesn’t feel safe? Yeah, NO. I’m so over that bullshit. For a couple minutes I wondered where this new “I don’t feel safe” shit was coming from? What a selfish bastard to use our son as a sick conduit for his demented behavior.
Just get the damn fireplace fixed, dipshit.
I’m not having the best Friday. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.