Three years after our youngest child moved out, a main beam of our house running down the middle of our living room cracked, is sagging and separating. It holds the weight of the 2nd floor and attic.
The restoration company that assessed it told me temporary metal clips my hubby secured to each of the rafters is probably what keeps the beam from falling.
Homeowners insurance does not pay for faulty workmanship of the original structure of the house. You can see where this vital beam was pieced together, compromising central support of our home. We didn’t know this when we bought the house; one couldn’t see through the original plaster ceiling. Whoever inspected this construction should've failed the permit to continue work. Sealing up the hazard with a floor above and ceiling below, hid this from home buyers.
Our master bedroom is above this major problem. I noticed the middle of the room sloping into a V when hubby moved our bed that filled the middle of the room. We had been sleeping atop a ticking, catastrophic count down. Emptying the room for carpet installation exposed this. I had chalked the unlevel floor off to normal settling of the house.
I learned how difficult it is to buy carpeting in colors that aren’t extremely dark, or a variation of browns and beiges. We went with the ‘cork’. Not sure if that was the best choice, but our options narrowed for the super soft pile we ordered. After the floor is leveled, and the beam replaced, our new carpet may need stretching.
Cushy wall-to-wall was our Valentine’s gift to each other. Preparation for installation unearthed this expensive, disappointing trauma. Our love nest that we feathered with quality carpeting remains empty. I’m afraid to go in there. Or add the weight of our bed with its new mattress and box spring-the other part of our coupled gift.
I want to whine, Why, God? We waited almost 30 years for bedroom carpeting and a new mattress and box spring. But, we didn’t fall into a real life nightmare while sleeping. So, I’m counting my blessings and sheep, spending nights in a smaller room across the hall, until the construction company can jack up the 2nd floor, supporting it also from the basement, and replace the beam. I’ll blog in a future post what happens when I find out.