Why The Toilet was Broken for Months
One of our toilets was broken for several months. You could flush it, if you reached in and lifted the flapper by hand. I should’ve gotten it fixed far faster than I did. Does this sound like something your husband has done to you? Let me tell you why it took so long – it might teach you something about your husband.
- First, it was not really broken. It worked, just not as easily as one would like. Yes, this is justification, but also truth.
- I mostly use the other bathroom. Our fireplace is downstairs, and in the winter I move my stuff down there so I can keep an eye on starting it or stoking it for the night as I do all the things one does in a bathroom first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Additionally, I am down there so often during the day I rarely use the upstairs bathroom. So, I was not as aware of the issue as I should have been. Or more accurately, it was easy for me to ignore.
- The first time I went to fix it (early on mind you) I found the shut off valve was not working and would need to be replaced. This means turning of the water to the whole house, and if there’s a problem replacing the valve you have no water. This is a big hassle and a lot of work, and I was loaded down with all kinds of things already. In part I put it off because I did not want to deal with it right then. Beyond the time, there was the issue of the emotional energy required.
- The second time I went to fix it, I found one of the bolts holding the tank on would not come off. If I tried to force it, it could break, then no toilet at all. I would probably have to cut it off and replace it, and given its age finding a replacement might be difficult. The local hardware store was about to close, and would not be open the next day, so it was a bad time to go for it. By now, I’m really frustrated, and I thought about just replacing the whole thing and being done with it.
I’m not really making excuses here. I should have had it fixed much sooner. Had I wanted to, I could have done it in a week – even with the problems I ran into. It was not a big enough priority to overcome my frustration. I know why it took me so long; the question is if I can do better in the future. Of course, my long-suffering wife did not know what was going on in my mind, and as she uses the upstairs bathroom almost exclusively, I suspect she was rather frustrated with me.
~ Paul – I’m XY and yes, it’s been fixed now.