{"id":645,"date":"2016-04-22T14:31:00","date_gmt":"2016-04-22T14:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2016\/04\/22\/why-things-are-how-they-are\/"},"modified":"2025-01-09T04:16:19","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T04:16:19","slug":"why-things-are-how-they-are","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2016\/04\/22\/why-things-are-how-they-are\/","title":{"rendered":"Why things are how they are&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgU7JKJ0Rr_lfFEG2hZpjuZweQcQjgYvKv8L4HuRcSWL8obprCdYBkczfxO5NmNd1TbbMYbczOAkeNxsupjFqZchyaDX2nKxnftPXdErYR-l2YOjy0BX54dve9gk1hcCvi-0sCZuwj905Se\/s1600\/sometimes-things-have-to-go-wrong-in-order-to-go-right-sherrilyn-kenyon-adversity-quotes.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgU7JKJ0Rr_lfFEG2hZpjuZweQcQjgYvKv8L4HuRcSWL8obprCdYBkczfxO5NmNd1TbbMYbczOAkeNxsupjFqZchyaDX2nKxnftPXdErYR-l2YOjy0BX54dve9gk1hcCvi-0sCZuwj905Se\/s200\/sometimes-things-have-to-go-wrong-in-order-to-go-right-sherrilyn-kenyon-adversity-quotes.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"136\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>The plumber came. The plumber went. Nothing is repaired. Why? Because it&#8217;s worse than anyone realized. Someone installed shoddy plumbing and pipes need to replaced. The good news is that it&#8217;s only for the kitchen drain, not the whole house. The water heater wouldn&#8217;t light and the gentleman who came out only does line snaking. The furnace and water heater vent together and the vent is rusting out. The water heater is ancient&#8230;and on and on it goes..<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not going to lie to you. I&#8217;m currently sitting on my couch with tears running down my face. Not because any of this is impossible to get fixed, but because I worked so hard to get the house to a place where I could let someone come in to fix these things and nothing got fixed. On top of that, I posted my frustrations to Facebook and while I&#8217;m thrilled that a few people jumped in to remind me of leases and laws, I feel a bit as if I&#8217;m being lectured as if I don&#8217;t know that I ought to contact my landlord when something breaks&#8230;I do know..but I haven&#8217;t and I won&#8217;t. At least right now, I won&#8217;t. I can&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>You see, I&#8217;m a hoarder. Remember? Maybe my landlord can&#8217;t remove me because an ancient water heater breaks, but she can if she doesn&#8217;t feel as if I&#8217;m caring for the property and having to wade into a room isn&#8217;t caring for anything. I&#8217;ve worked really hard these past few months and I have four rooms that are functional spaces (except for what&#8217;s broken). That&#8217;s huge progress and I&#8217;m proud of it..but it&#8217;s not enough. If I call them and tell them there are problems, they&#8217;ll send someone out&#8230;that someone could be a spy for them. I know that sounds paranoid, but it&#8217;s happened before. Until this downstairs is 100% , I cannot let them in here.<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s hard&#8230;it&#8217;s so damn hard. Everyone is acting as if I can&#8217;t take care of myself, as if I&#8217;m not taking care of myself and they don&#8217;t understand. I&#8217;m trying to protect myself. I&#8217;m trying to fix things. I&#8217;m trying to undo years and years of trauma and habits to reclaim my world, to make things better. This isn&#8217;t about the fact that I don&#8217;t know the owner should handle these repairs. This isn&#8217;t about me not knowing my rights as a tenant. This is about me. It&#8217;s about me trying to fix me. It&#8217;s about me having the space to do those things and I can&#8217;t do that if I&#8217;m sitting here worrying that someone might report back to her that the place is a disaster. The bipolar brain looooves obsessive thoughts, after all.<\/p>\n<p>So yes, if me paying a plumber god knows what to replace a section of pipe will buy me some peace of mind then I&#8217;m going to do it. Is it going to frustrate me that some owner in the past 100 years went with cheap fixes instead of proper repairs? Hell yes it is. I hate half assed done things. Are there going to be tears? Yep. Sometimes I just need to cry out the frustration and the feelings of being ashamed so that I can reset and go on to tackle the next thing.<\/p>\n<p>I say this to remind myself &#8230;.I can do this. I am doing this. I am being the change I need within my own world and if people don&#8217;t understand, all I can do is try to help them to. I know people think I&#8217;m crazy (and I am..it&#8217;s been certified, check my medical records), but this is what I need to do for me. Who knows&#8230;maybe I&#8217;ll whip through these last 2 downstairs spaces and then be comfortable contacting the owner. Maybe I won&#8217;t. I need to do this in my time to prevent setbacks.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m working hard at this and what I need is for people to try to be understanding that if I don&#8217;t do things the &#8220;normal&#8221; way, there&#8217;s probably a reason for it. I haven&#8217;t been as public about some of my issues as I have about others, but one by one, I&#8217;m knocking down mountains and support is always appreciated. Remember those goals that I posted yesterday? Today is another day to chip away at them.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The plumber came. The plumber went. Nothing is repaired. Why? Because it&#8217;s worse than anyone realized. Someone installed shoddy plumbing and pipes need to replaced. The good news is that&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-645","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/645","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=645"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2241,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/645\/revisions\/2241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}