Last Winter was the most frustrating summer time I had ever had.
I was resting in my home and I had actually little heat.
The heating in my home didn’t work well, and due to the pandemic, I couldn’t go to a friend’s home until they fixed the furnace in the building. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I had every blanket I owned, wrapped around me. I decided to go online and purchase more than one more blanket and a section heater. I thought that with a section heater, I would at least have enough heat to keep from freezing. I called the landlord about the furnace before spending money on the section heater. He told himself and others he was having a lot of trouble trying to get the heating and A/C business to send someone over to the home building. I called my guy and told him about the furnace. He had been telling myself and others to move in with him for the last year, although I was comfortable here. Suddenly, moving in with him, where there was heat, sounded like an amazing idea. He asked myself and others what I was going to do? I was hoping he would ask myself and others to come over there, however that didn’t happen. I hung up knowing our relationship was over and called my mom. I told her about the furnace. I also let her suppose that I had been living alone and not seen anyone. She told herself and others that if I were willing to wear my mask for a week and to stay in my kitchen, she would be cheerful to have myself and others come home. A week of discomfort for the thought of a really working furnace was a good trade-off.