I called my mom last week, because I needed someone to vent to.
- No matter what I did, I was always put last on my wife’s list.
Last week I needed the HVAC technician to come to the house and work on the furnace, but there was no one available. I called my wife to see if there was something she could do to get the furnace repaired, and she told me I had to wait until she got home and she would look at it. She worked at the HVAC company and I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t handle the situation right away. Her dad owned the HVAC company and I thought he would want to take care of his family before other people. I was so angry that I was shaking. When she got home that evening, she talked to me like I was a customer. She asked what was wrong with the furnace, and I just looked at her. She was the HvAC technician, and she should pick up on the odd noises and lack of airflow. I shouldn’t need to tell her. She shook her head and went to the basement. She yelled upstairs and asked if I would bring her tools in front the service van, but I pretended I didn’t hear her. She grumbled when she came upstairs and got her tools, then grumbled when she went back downstairs to the furnace. An hour later, she had the furnace fixed and came back upstairs. She cuddled the baby and asked if I had dinner ready?