It is snowing. According to weather reports, we may get 5-8″ of snow. I have been outside for four hours in the cold, rushing to get sheep netting taken down and rolled, covers cut off summer shelters, water troughs put away. House guests are on their way, arriving in a few hours. I have to tidy the messy house and make beds.
However through the blowing flakes I just noticed that my builder has been here in the last few days while I was at work. He has taken his ladder off the roof, and removed all his scaffolding.
I have not heard from him in over a month. When I wrote to him three weeks ago to say the chimney brick had arrived, he did not respond.
It’s hard to explain how betrayed I feel. He was here! He was on my roof! When he hasn’t bothered to communicate with me!
DH is a patient person but he is puzzled by my reaction. “Isn’t it clear he’s not going to do the work? Why do you keep believing that he will redeem himself?”
Just the other day I found and reread the email from a year ago when the builder told me he would return to finish the work in May.
I believe in redemption. But this bitter feeling of betrayal has dripped poison in my heart for six months and I have to let it go.