There’s some smelly air coming out

I was living at beach house with our parents, when I first got  married. My hubby 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 entirely like our hubby and I didn’t want them to be uncomfortable.  I tried offering to spend money the energy bills, however our dad didn’t want to hear that. I lived there for 3 weeks before I could afford to get an condo for our hubby and I.  I was more than six weeks pregnant and I was still working every afternoon. I came beach house to our modern condo 1 afternoon, only to discover that it was chilly inside. My hubby got beach house 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. The people I was with and I called the property owner and asked how all of us could get to the basement to check the oil furnace. He told us all of us had to get a ladder to go down. The people I was with and I didn’t have a ladder.  He said all of us could call the HVAC business. The people I was with and I called the HVAC contractor and they told us they would not do any more job on the oil furnace until the property owner paid his last 3 bills. I told our hubby 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 hubby behind.

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