Got is switched out - its simple stuff but STILL not working... that means its a bad wire somewhere. That is H's wheelhouse, not mine... SIGH. I am NOT calling him or texting him over this. UGH... If he does come by with totes he will see that I've taken apart the doorbell button as I think that is where the bad wire is. I'm sure he will ask about. And, I'm sure he would do whatever he could to solve the issue for me. I just don't want to ask --- I'm better than this.
I wish I just could have fixed the doorbell myself...
Hi KitCat, been awaiting your update! Glad to hear you seem to be on an upward swing--working out, audiobooks, fewer texts between you and H! Good try on the 180. I wonder if you could take it a step further. When H asks, tell him you've got it, and hire a handyman so you really do solve it?
Possible... depends on how simple a fix it might be... long and involved H will walk away. Easy and H will want very much to do it out of guilt?
I'm certainly a bit annoyed that he texted last night and wanting to drop off totes. I gave NO resistance and said OK. But he never texted back last nigbt or today and hasnt shown up.
He blows this off I'm not answering any more texts about him coming by for awhile. Its rude... and that's a boundary for me.... show up when you say on time... dont waste mine.
Now off to keep knitting a hat and stewing over doorbell not my H.
