I was living at home with my parents, when I first got married. My husband and I had been having a difficult 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 really like my husband and I didn’t want them to be uncomfortable. I tried offering to pay the energy bills, but my dad didn’t want to hear that. I lived there for three months before I could afford to get an apartment for my husband and I. I was seven months pregnant and I was still working every day. I came home to my new apartment one day, only to discover that it was cold inside. My husband got home shortly after and he said he was pretty sure there was a problem with the furnace. He opened up the door to go to the basement, only to find out that there was staircase. We called the landlord and asked how we could get to the basement to check the furnace. He told us we had to get a ladder to go down. We didn’t have a ladder. He said we could call the HVAC company. We called the HVAC company and they told us they would not do any more work on the furnace until the landlord paid his last three bills. I told my husband 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 my clothing. I called my mom and dad and asked if I could come home. I left my lazy husband behind.