I have asbsolutely fucking had it up to here…
On JUNE 26th a freak thunderstorm dumped 8" of rain on my neighborhood. A small creek at the back of our property overflowed. About a bajillion gallons of muddy water was running through my house. Not one square inch of our entire house was saved from the mud/water.
We haven’t been able to live in the house since then. We’ve been living in a hotel room, eating out, sneaking the dog in and out because of their fucking No Pets Policy, and slowly going broke ever since.
We are rapidly approaching AUGUST 26th and we are still not even close to moving back in. Arrrrrrrggghhh!
The house is an empty shell. All of the carpets were destroyed, 2’ of drywall along the bottom of every fucking wall had to be removed, and all of the cabinets had to be pulled out and taken to a cabinet maker because of mold. The initial estimate to repair was over $50,000 and it’s likely to be more like $60,000 before they’re done.
The whole repair process has been excruciatingly slow and I’m simply fed up. I called the contractor and let him have it and all I got was blah blah blah. Unfortunately, to fire him at this stage would take even more time. So I’m stuck. And pissed off.
I.
Want.
My.
House.
Back.
Excuse me while I go cry again…