Shortly after we got married, my husband and I were sitting in the living and watching an old tear jerker movie.
The line that made the movie so famous was when the bride uttered that love means never having to say you’re sorry.
I laughed and told my husband that love means never needing to go without air conditioning. He bristled and asked if I married him because I loved him, or if it was because he was an HVAC technician. I asked why it couldn’t be for both reasons? He rolled his eyes at me and walked away. Later that evening, I apologized and said I didn’t mean to be mean to be him and he laughed. He said his best friend from work was getting a divorce. His wife was angry that he didn’t keep the HVAC in their home working as well as he did everyone else’s. I wanted to know why she didn’t call the HVAC company to send a technician to the house. When I told my husband I had done this three or four times, he said nothing. I was sure he didn’t know I had called, but I remembered telling him. He hears so much about heating an air conditioning that I try not to bother him about it when he’s home. He gave me a hug and simply said thank you. Paying for an HVAC repair was much cheaper than paying for a divorce. I could hear my husband chuckling as he headed to the bathroom for a shower. He yelled that if the HVAC company called with an emergency repair; he was already working. It was my turn to chuckle.