I was living at beach home with our parents, when I first got married. My partner and I had been having a tough time getting on our feet and dad offered to help us out. I was hesitant about moving in with them, because I knew they didn’t particularly adore our partner and I didn’t want them to be uncomfortable. I tried offering to pay the energy costs, however our dad didn’t want to hear that. I lived there for 3 months before I could afford to get an lake house for our partner and I. I was 7 months pregnant and I was still really working every afternoon. I came beach home to our new lake house 1 afternoon, only to discover that it was cold inside. My partner got beach home shortly after and he said he was pretty sure there was a concern with the oil furnace. He opened up the door to go to the basement, only to find out that there was staircase. We called the property owner and asked how every one of us could get to the basement to check the oil furnace. He told us every one of us had to get a ladder to go down. We didn’t have a ladder. He said every one of us could call the Heating, Ventilation and A/C corporation. We called the Heating, Ventilation and A/C company and they told us they would not do any more task on the oil furnace until the property owner paid his last 3 bills. I told our partner and he said he wasn’t paying the bill for the repair. He closed the door and said it wasn’t that cold. I went upstairs and repacked all of our clothing. I called our mom and dad and asked if I could come home. I left our lazy partner behind.