Anyone mind if I have a bit of a rant?
My lovely fil has alzheimers, due to this my equally lovely mil has paid out a huge amount of money to have the bathroom redone, she has had the bath changed to a walk in shower, new suite, wall between toilet and bathroom knocked down to make one big room, floor and walls tiled, light switches changed, new door, new window, basically everything needed to make it easier to keep dfil at home for as long as possible. The builder doing the work is an old friend of dfil's so we thought we could trust him, how wrong we were, pil went away for a week so he could get on with the bulk of it, they came back to find he hadn't done anything, after a month he has finally installed the new suite and tiled, BUT its a mess, he hasn't grouted properly, the light switches are crooked, the support bars are the wrong height, it just looks like he couldn't be bothered.
Fil has got more and more agitated over it and has started to become violent towards mil, who decided on friday that she had, had enough and walked out, she has been staying with us until yesterday when she went back home (she just needed a break).
DP and his sister decided it was time for them to step in and between us we decided a course of action, DP is going to spend 1 of his days off every week with fil to give mil a break, sil is going to deal with arranging medications and hospital appointments and I got to deal with the builder.
If you've got this far well done, this is where it becomes relevant to this thread.
I rang the builder today and told him he would not be getting paid the full amount he has had 4 warnings 3 more than I would have given him and he still hasn't sorted out the mess so he needs to pick up any of his things tomorrow when dp and I are there and we will be deducting the cost of another builder who is coming to sort out the mess he has made from his bill, we had a brief but rather heated exchange and after I got off the phone I was violently sick, my legs and arms started to ache and I feel ill and exhausted to the point I can barely stand up.
I hate what I've become, I'm not upset by confrontation it is just how my body copes with stress now, and I know I'm going to spend the next few days in bed because my useless body can't cope and I feel guilty that dp is going to have to pick up the pieces at home because of me when he should be concentrating on helping pil.
Sorry for ranting 