Being a single mom, I knew undoubtedly little about how to maintain my home! My dad never taught me what to do because she thought I would have a spouse to the home’s maintenance, and she was tied up teaching my sisters how to take care of small electrical and plumbing mattersâ€¦ When my dining room sink was running slow, and I observed water in the bottom of the cottageet, the first thing I did was call a plumber; I had to get the leak fixed or I would end up with mold in the cottageet, which wouldn’t be safe for my baby.
When my dad found out I called a plumber, she was furious.
She wanted to feel what I hadn’t called him. I remembered how she kicked me out of the home when she found out I was pregnant. She didn’t want a cheap floozy living with him. My fiance was in the service, and every one of us planned on getting married when she got home, however my dad had never met him and thought she was in my imagination, then the plumber was at the home when dad got there. She told me I needed to call my homeowner’s insurance contractor and tell them I needed to remediate the mold. She said the sink had to have been leaking long before I moved into the house. The insurance contractor took care of the mold and paid to have the flooring replaced and up-to-date pipes put into my sink; Dad shrugged and said she could have made the same suggestion, however since the plumber would get paid by my insurance and she wouldn’t, I should let the plumber handle the task.