It was nearly Christmas when our partner decided it was time to turn the oil furnace on.
I had been asking him to turn it on since the first time the afternoon time temperatures went below forty. My associate and I had 2 young youngsters and my buddy and I couldn’t go without heat, but he refused to turn the oil furnace on. He said my buddy and I had to conserve energy, and my buddy and I couldn’t afford to use the oil fuel furnace for six weeks. Oil was too fancy this year. I understood what he said, however my buddy and I had to have heat in the house. When he said he would purchase some space oil furnaces I knew I went slack-jawed. Was he severe that it was too fancy to pay for oil, but he was okay using space heaters? I snorted and quickly walked away. After letting him think I would not stay in the home unless he turned on the oil furnace, he waved goodbye to me. I wanted to cry, but I packed up the youngsters and took them to the car. He thought I was joking or playing poker with him, but I was serious. I wasn’t bluffing, nor was I trying to get him to relent. I would not stay in a home that didn’t have respected heating. He was refusing heating for me and our youngsters by not turning the oil furnace on. I understood that oil was fancy, however doctor’s bills were more fancy. It took him nearly multiple weeks to realize I wasn’t coming to the apartment until he turned the oil furnace on. He called and apologized for being stubborn, and told me the old oil furnace was on, and would remain on until Springtime.