Shitty Pity Party

I skipped writing last week. I wish I could say I was on an epic adventure that caused me to miss posting. But, alas, it was a one-man pity party and a foul mood that kept me away. Our house was built in 1970 and has a cast iron sewer main. It is having issues and ended up backing up into the basement. Thankfully it was not a full on shitty flood, but still a shitty situation.

My heterosexual life mate took Friday off work and got a plumber to come over. He forked out $1,400 to have the line scoped and cleaned. It is not the worst they have seen, but in need of TLC and probably has been for a while. We were not expecting or really prepared for this to happen. Monday night it backed up again. They came out and cleared it for no further cost.

We received a bid to have the system sleeved. It comes with a lifetime warranty. It is just you know $16,000. Thankfully, once again, my heterosexual life mate stepped in and made things happen. Secured the financing and got an appointment set up for the system to be fixed. Without him, I would have been up shits creek. I sulked a lot over the past two weeks. I was excited to finally start paying off debt and getting ahead on things. I never knew taking a shit in one's house could be so expensive. But it is, and I just have to deal at this point. Feeling like a massive setback just cock smacked me in the face overshadowed how blessed I was to have someone else helping me. I have a bit of pride in my ability to roll with the punches and keep going. But it failed me these past two weeks. It also reminded me that I need to get shit handled and go hard as good as I can on my bills. Getting out from under my credit card debt and even my auto loan is a real goal of mine. It just seems like I will need to make some sacrifices and life changes along the way. So if 2023 could just simmer for a bit, that would be amazing. I have some regrouping and new plans to make. Short and sweet, tonight, that is my post for this week. Bishop :(: