We have been working on a remodel of one of our bathrooms. This has been an on going project for the past four months.
It has been an overwhelming project as there is no set plan and there is constantly some change. The only constant is the new tub, fixtures and shower surround that was installed by a contractor.
There has been conflicts over floor coverings, colors, cabinet and top. We finally settled on a sink, a large thing carved from stone. I do like the sink as it is so unique.
So I took off three days vacation to try and wrap up painting as Debbie has been ripping off the existing wall paper and this created a real mess as this ripped and tore into the drywall. One wall had to be completely slick coated with plaster, the others had to sanded smooth.
Yesterday I finally got to putting on the color coat. Debbie went to great pains to find a color closely resembling Daquari Ice, a flavor of ice cream sold at Baskin-Robbins, and something she shared with her friend Mandy. I worked hard getting the color on the walls and trim and cutting in.
After I was mostly done with that I fired the Husquvarna tractor up and mowed the yard.
I was out back when Debbie came home from work and I proudly question what she thought of the batroom I had been working in. We went upstairs and I was beaming as I was proud of myself for the painting I had done. I knew the job was not done, I had to go back and touch up some trim, clean up and try to reinstall the mirror.
I saw her face and it spoke volumes.
She picked the color and she hated it, this she said in a round about way.
And I never heard a thank you or that I did a good job, it was if by her poor choice in color my work was of no value.
I was crushed, my feelings hurt and I felt all my efforts meant nothing. I am angry and pissed. All I wanted to hear was that I did a decent job. It did not have to be a good or even a great job, just show me the courtesy of appreciating my efforts.
The evening was spent in silence as we both worked around the house.
This morning as I write this, I am still hurt.
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