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The Dreaded Day I Admitted A Man Is Useful Around the House
He fixed my leaking toilet, and I’m learning to come to terms with it.
I’m a DIY kind of girl. I try to do most things at home on my own, from sewing curtains to drilling holes on the walls to put up the curtain rod. I got it from my mom, a single parent who rarely had any money to spare. She taught me and my two sisters that it’s better to do things on our own than pay someone else to do them. So, I’ll both patch up a broken t-shirt and change car tires. It always makes me feel good, like I’m honoring my mother my being independent.
When something breaks around the house, as well, I’ll try to fix it on my own. Whether it’s a screw that needs adjusting somewhere or a leaking faucet, I’ll get in there and stare at the problem long enough to figure out how to fix it.
But I’m also an extremely clumsy person, and I rarely know what I’m doing.
Enter the leaking toilet.
I’ve lived in the same apartment for five years now. The toilet has always been funny, leaking water everywhere.
I have no idea how to explain what was happening to the toilet, in any language. Let’s just say it’s the thingy that controls the lifting of the thing that releases the water, okay? But it was too…
