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The weather cooled off enough that I was finally able to get out and start preparing the roof on your house for winter. I tried to do more today, but it turned out to be a bad pain day, so I couldn’t do as much as I had wanted.

I found another hole in the roof while cleaning the valley over the kitchen and living room on the south side of the house. I'm pretty sure I can get a tin shingle inserted to cover the hole. But it–like the others that we just covered with a tarp–is an emergency. It's right over the room with all your home network equipment, and it's going to leak there and down your interior kitchen wall. You wouldn't have told me about leaking had I not noticed it.

You didn't tell me the last time the roof was leaking until I asked about the personal items I found in the trash. You called that leak in your bedroom closet severe, but you didn't do anything to resolve it except catch as much of the water as you could in buckets.

I cleaned off the rotten wood shingles and rotten shiplap underneath and covered it with tar paper until we could get it fixed properly. You never did anything, and won't let me fix it with composite shingles because you insist on wood. And you won't allow anyone to use plywood. But again, you haven't done anything to get it fixed. Your house it rotting on top of you and you'd rather empty buckets in ever increasing futility. WHY DON'T YOU CARE??? WHY CAN'T I GET YOU TO CARE??? You tell me you appreciate the work and repairs I do around the property. Then appreciate it by caring about your own home. GIVE A FUCK! I've offered to help you clean and get rid of things on numerous occasions, but you’ve always declined.

Buckets are not gonna work with the hole I found today. It has to be repaired. Like I said, I should be able to fix it with a tin shingle and make it watertight. I just need to prune back the tree branches so can get to it.

I've put a lot of effort and money in to making my little 375 sq ft Shack habitable since I started living here seven years ago. This is the only place I can afford. I've even started referring to it "home," which terrifies me. I just don’t understand why you won’t care or fix your home. I have to care because I have nowhere else to go if your house collapses or gets condemned as uninhabitable.

I’m begging you to give a fuck.