Save your marriage by knowing when to give in! Advice I like to give, but seldom take. I hope you enjoy my tale. I’m not sure any other story sums up my marriage this beautifully (yes, I am laughing on the inside).
We had a pipe burst last year, yes, I said LAST year. The cold was so terribly cold last February that pipes were bursting all over town. We tried to fix it ourselves, more than twice, but it still leaked.
This might be a good time to fill you in on some personal history. My husband is not a fix-it-guy. He is more of a call-and-pay-someone-else-to-fix-it-type. I, however, come from a long, long, stubborn line of get out the tool box and fix-it-yourself-types. I am sure by now you can see where this is headed!
So, first we cut the pipe and capped it off. Shortly after we realized that the pipe we just capped not only provided water to an outside faucet, but also to our second bathroom. We went back to the hardware store for new parts, uncapped the pipe and reattached it to the pipe that was now sticking out of the ground. We turned the water on and presto the bathroom sink was running again. We buried the pipe and felt pretty smug about our accomplishment. A few weeks later, however, we noticed the ground above where we had fixed the pipe seemed considerably damp compared to the area surrounding it. At first we talked about how it had rained recently and then very deliberately buried our Ostrich heads in the proverbial sand.
When the water stain began to spread across the ground and luscious green grass began sprouting up around the faucet (and above the broken pipe) we could no longer ignore the fact that we had completely failed in our endeavors. My husband, being much more of a realist than I, suggested we call a plumber. I decided it would be too expensive so I demanded we dig the pipe up (and by “me” I really meant “him”). So, out he went and dug up the pipe. I tried to be encouraging. I said things like, “We can do this!” and “It’s not that hard to do.” Then we both stared at the leaking pipe. We were in the middle of moving into a new house so we just turned the water off and left. That was last April.
We spent last weekend attempting to repair the pipe again. Special glue was purchased. It claimed to be able to bond even the wettest of PVC pipes together. We applied the glue and waited the allotted two hours and still, it leaked. It not only leaked, it sprayed water into the air. We discussed and argued about what to do next. Maybe the pipe was metric and we needed couplings from Mexico instead of the 1/2 inch pieces we were using. By this time we were invested in the project both emotionally and financially. I decided it was time to call a plumber, but my husband said, “I should be able to do this” and “I’m not giving up now!” So, there he stood, knee deep in mud sawing at the pipe. We argued more about which piece of pipe went where and the best way to connect it all together. A weekend without water can wreak havoc on any marriage! Grumpy, we both went to bed tossing and turning. We were angry with each other and at the pipe gods.
Finally, the next morning, my husband reported that he was not a plumber. We quickly called one and begged for service. The plumber arrived and fixed the leaky pipe in less than 15 minutes. Then he replaced the leaky faucet in the kitchen. It was a miracle! We were leak free and flush with running water in less than thirty minutes. We couldn’t stop smiling and congratulating each other on a job well done.
The moral of the story is calling the plumber just might save your marriage.