The discovery of deception seems to have no end in this house. Every time I fix one thing, I find something else that was covered up to save a few lousy bucks. Granted, we knew the house had had a fire in 1996, but we were led to believe that it had been properly gutted and restored.
We were gullible first-time home buyers, but even our inspector could not have found the covered up, charred mess that hid under the "texture." Had I to do it over again, I would have demanded a report from the fire department about the severity of the damage, and I also would have demanded a report from the seller about what repairs were made after the fire. Like the old cliché, hindsight has 20/20 vision.
I find myself not only feeling angry, but also disappointed in the utter disregard for craftsmanship and respect for others who would come to own the house. I guess one of the things that keeps me going is that as I fix the problem, I know that one day I will be passing on a house where things were done with care and respect and a desire to make things right.
