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BeeSweet
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This is mostly a venting thread I guess, although advice is welcome.
Earlier this year, maybe six months ago I guess, my father in law gave us his old television because he bought a new one. It’s a 36 inch Sony Trinitron XBR. A beastly monster of a television. I didn’t want it from the beginning, and said so. We have a very small living space, and frankly big TVs are just not our style. The largest TV we’ve ever had is a 19" I paid $100 for back in 2001. Prior to that, we had a 13" television I won at my highschool project graduation. TV is just not an important part of our entertainment life.
Now, I probably could have been nicer stating my opposition to taking this old television from my FIL. I don’t remember how I handled it exactly, but I probably turned up my nose right away at the offer and said something like “what do we need that big of a TV for?” Combine that attitude with a history of FIL dumping his junk on us for many years, and you’ve got a situation between my husband and myself that’s at times unfortunately contentious. Last week I bagged up about three trash bags of old clothes given to my husband by his dad. Nice clothes (suit type stuff, probably expensive), but my husband is taller than his dad, so they’re just not use-able and they’ve sat in the closet being stored for the past four years. It irks me to no end that FIL does this sort of stuff, and then I have to throw it away for him.
So, the 36" television is basically broken now, and has been for one month. I was able to figure out how to get it to work again for a couple of days, and then it pooted out again. I don’t have an owner’s manual, but from what I’ve discerned on the internet, this TV is past it’s prime, and really not worth fixing. I can get a nice new television that’s more practical for our living space for the same amount of money it would cost to fix this one. But we don’t even need another television.
So, now husband is once again caught in between his father and me. I hate that. I can’t have this stupid piece of junk (and yes, I refrain from that kind of language around my husband) sitting in the living room with no definite plan through the holidays. I can’t move it myself, it’s huge and weighs a couple of hundred pounds at least. It’s been broken for one month, with no effort or even a word on the part of my husband to do anything to either fix it, or get rid of it. So, I’m having to be pushy. I started the gentle nagging this past Friday. Today I told him if we could get it out of here before Thanksgiving that would be great.
I feel bad for him, because he didn’t ask to be put in this position, and he works very long days, so expecting him to spend half of one of his days off to get rid of this thing, well it just makes me feel bad for him because he didn’t ask for any of this. If it were up to him, he’d probably just leave it where it is for years and use it as a shelf.
I’d like to pay a junk removal company to come and haul it off. When I asked how much DH would be willing to spend on such a service, he said $15-20, but that he’d do it himself. The service I found will come haul it away for $120 and recycle it. 
Sympathy / empathy / & advice on how to handle this without getting into an argument will be greatly greatly appreciated!!!
Earlier this year, maybe six months ago I guess, my father in law gave us his old television because he bought a new one. It’s a 36 inch Sony Trinitron XBR. A beastly monster of a television. I didn’t want it from the beginning, and said so. We have a very small living space, and frankly big TVs are just not our style. The largest TV we’ve ever had is a 19" I paid $100 for back in 2001. Prior to that, we had a 13" television I won at my highschool project graduation. TV is just not an important part of our entertainment life.
Now, I probably could have been nicer stating my opposition to taking this old television from my FIL. I don’t remember how I handled it exactly, but I probably turned up my nose right away at the offer and said something like “what do we need that big of a TV for?” Combine that attitude with a history of FIL dumping his junk on us for many years, and you’ve got a situation between my husband and myself that’s at times unfortunately contentious. Last week I bagged up about three trash bags of old clothes given to my husband by his dad. Nice clothes (suit type stuff, probably expensive), but my husband is taller than his dad, so they’re just not use-able and they’ve sat in the closet being stored for the past four years. It irks me to no end that FIL does this sort of stuff, and then I have to throw it away for him.
So, the 36" television is basically broken now, and has been for one month. I was able to figure out how to get it to work again for a couple of days, and then it pooted out again. I don’t have an owner’s manual, but from what I’ve discerned on the internet, this TV is past it’s prime, and really not worth fixing. I can get a nice new television that’s more practical for our living space for the same amount of money it would cost to fix this one. But we don’t even need another television.
So, now husband is once again caught in between his father and me. I hate that. I can’t have this stupid piece of junk (and yes, I refrain from that kind of language around my husband) sitting in the living room with no definite plan through the holidays. I can’t move it myself, it’s huge and weighs a couple of hundred pounds at least. It’s been broken for one month, with no effort or even a word on the part of my husband to do anything to either fix it, or get rid of it. So, I’m having to be pushy. I started the gentle nagging this past Friday. Today I told him if we could get it out of here before Thanksgiving that would be great.
I feel bad for him, because he didn’t ask to be put in this position, and he works very long days, so expecting him to spend half of one of his days off to get rid of this thing, well it just makes me feel bad for him because he didn’t ask for any of this. If it were up to him, he’d probably just leave it where it is for years and use it as a shelf.
Sympathy / empathy / & advice on how to handle this without getting into an argument will be greatly greatly appreciated!!!