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Yeah yeah, I know. We're both morons.

I give in. I contact maintenance.

I open the door, and, well…

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The carpet is still soaked.

I return, let the dog off the leash, take my shoes off, etc. I walk into the room and realize I can hear something, the muffled woosh and splatter of water coming from the bathroom.

I'm a married man, but, still. It's bad enough being easily flustered at the sight of a guy with baby blue eyes, it's even worse to have then confess to that guy what a goddamned moron you are and why there's ten pounds of baking soda sprinkled all over the carpet.

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We pull up the carpet and stick it under there, and within a day, the closet was dry again.

I should preface this with the fact that I am an extremely forgetful person, but this is the one time it really came back to bite me in the ass, for an entire week.

But I don't. I'm sweating bullets in the corner, biting my nails, cursing myself for being such a goddamned idiot, cursing myself for not being able to tell him what actually happened and how it's a lot worse than a little condensation.

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Never underestimate the patience of a good man, aka, my husband, who somehow still thinks I'm smart and worth his time after this fiasco. I've dated multiple people who left my ass over far less in the past.

My husband is pretty peeved with me at this point, but he also comes to the resolution that this is just something we're gonna have to try and take care of ourselves. Apparently he didn't trust the guy to come back with a blower had I told him the truth, because, as a maintenance worker himself, he said “He should've realized this was a lot worse than condensation and there was something you weren't telling him.”

See, here was my thought process. Water flows towards salt, baking soda is salt, dump baking soda on carpet, baking soda absorbs the water, then I can just vacuum up the baking soda, right?

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

This is honestly a record, impressed.

It isn't until about two days later that they send someone.

One morning I'm getting ready to go for my run, and I decide to turn on the tub so it will be nice and cool for when I get back. I planned to turn it off before I actually left, of course, I'm not an idiot.

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The entire bathroom floor was drenched. The tiles looked like the bottom of a freshly emptied pool, ripples erupted under my feet with every footstep as I rushed to the tub to shut the water off.

Finally, after a week of this madness, hubby comes home from work with something he found at the hotel he works at.

We're Costco guys, so of course we had a ten pound bag of baking soda at the ready.

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First I had to take everything out of the closet, completely gutted it. Clothing was everywhere, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, etc. Everything we were storing in there had to come out, so boxes, the dresser, my organizer bins, everything was out and placed in either the bathroom or the bedroom.

But that wasn't the worst of it, no. Tile can be cleaned up easily, there's tile in the bathroom for a reason; because tile can get wet without any ramifications.

So, he fucking leaves. That's the extent of his input for the mysterious flood, put a fan on it.

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I let my embarrassment get the best of me, and decided I'd insist on getting this fixed myself.

So, I uh, I don't tell him what happened.

“It's really not that wet, just put a fan on it and it will be fine.”

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He walks in, and he's utterly flabbergasted.

We paid for our idiocy, I promise you.

I did not turn it off.

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Number one, I knew maintenance would probably take a week to get here regardless. Two, how the fuck am I gonna tell the maintenance worker that I went for a run and left the tub running and that's why this happened?

Our second to last month living here, I had started getting really into running in the mornings. Wanted to get a jump start on the New Year, New Me business, that kind of thing.

“No need for that,” he says, “just a fan should do it.”

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The door was closed, but my eyes practically fell out of my skull when I saw a dark rim of wet carpet right outside the door.

But there's a little problem, he's really hot.

And I'm an idiot, so of course I dump the entire bag of baking soda onto the closet carpet.

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Well, the vacuum is now smoking so, maybe the Roomba can finish the job.

We get a bunch of moisture absorbers, every day multiple times a day I would go in with a bunch of towels and do my little stomp dance to try and get the water up.

At this point it's seriously starting to stink in there, and I'm thinking we should just call the maintenance worker back and confess, no, beg for the blower.

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For one reason or another I completely forgot the tub was filling, I went for my run, maybe 30 minutes or so, but I took my damn time. I stopped by the community library to check out the latest dropoffs, I took a nice leisurely walk with my dog, just really took in this beautiful day because how often do you get a nice cool day in Florida? Literally never. You enjoy those nice Florida days when you get them.

Even if you have a bathtub slowly overflowing into your closet back home.

I called my husband and confessed to the entire thing, he said I had no choice but to get maintenance over there to get a blower and stick it under the carpet before mold started growing.

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But no, I got some odor absorbers, some more fans, and tried to get as much airflow going in there as possible.

We had a broken window for over a year that was literally just never fixed no matter how many times we called them about it, our elevator key reader stopped working so their solution was to just open the elevator up for anyone to use regardless of a key card, our AC was constantly breaking down, appliances were the cheapest they could possibly be and rarely lasted long before needing to be serviced, etc.

I insist, I say, “My husband said I should ask you to put a blower in here actually.”

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No matter how sexy the maintenance man is, tell him the truth.

I took the remaining towels, dirty laundry, every absorbent fabric I could find, threw them into the closet and did a little dancing-rolling technique to try and get as much water out of the carpet as possible.

At the time my husband and I were living in an apartment near the beach, I liked to call them faux-luxury apartments because while they looked upscale, and their pricing was certainly upscale, their maintenance and general level of quality was absolutely awful. It took weeks, if not months for maintenance requests to be acknowledged, most of our issues were “solved” by someone showing up, saying some variation of “I'll be right back to fix this,” then proceeding to be ghosted until we put the next request in.

I really didn't want to do this.

See the thing is this bathroom had a connecting walk-in closet.

Don't leave the tub running while you're running.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or berate myself for being such a goddamn idiot.

The Roomba might have been responsible for that, now that I think of it actually.

He touches the carpet and starts looking around for the source, looks at me and says “I'm thinking it's just condensation from the air vent, give it a few days with a fan and it should be fine.”

(I actually have a video of the moment shortly after I found the mess, if I can find it I'll post it here.)

Keep in mind this entire time, our closet is in our bedroom and we are squished between boxes and dressers in there while the stench of fake orange peel and mildew is quickly creeping into our sleeping hours.

So, lessons learned:

So the same Noah's Ark reminiscent mess that had taken over the tile in the bathroom had also managed to make it's way deep, deep into the carpet in the closet.

When he asks what the problem is, I just say the carpet is wet, and I have no idea how it happened.

“But I really think that-"

Roomba did not finish the job.

The mildew smell went away, and I was able to borrow my roommates vacuum cleaner to take care of the now dry bits of baking soda, that had now been, by the way, tracked all through our bathroom and bedroom as well.

It did not work.

There was no tile in the closet.

I didn't know what to do. I first took every towel I could get my hands on and cleaned up the tile so it wouldn't proceed to leak into the bedroom, then I started on the closet.

Like, sexy hot. The kind of guy who comes to fix your “pipes” in a porno kind of hot.

I wanna tell him, “Actually, kind sir, we're really gonna need a blower in here, because I know exactly how this happened.”

That time I accidentally flooded my bathroom and closet because I went for a run and forgot the tub was filling, but couldn't tell the maintenance worker what actually happened because he was hot.

A blower!

And not just the carpet, the dresser on the floor, our suitcases, any and all clothing that was reaching the floor/on the floor, any paper on the floor, my water color pencils that had fallen earlier and were now painting the carpet in a lovely shade of tangerine and green apple. Everything was soaked, nothing was spared.