Last week, our oil furnace broke. My husband tried to tell me that he had told me there was a problem with the oil furnace, but I knew he didn’t. I told him that had he told me, I would have called the HVAC contractor immediately. He told me that I should have called the HVAC contractor when he first told me and the people I was with and I wouldn’t be without heating. This went back and forth for a full morning, while the people I was with and I sat in the cold and wore our coats in the house. When the HVAC contractor finally arrived, he asked my husband what the problem was. He told him and they went down to the basement. An minute later, my husband came back upstairs. His head was low and he was looking at me, sheepishly. He apologized because he hadn’t told me about the problem with the oil furnace. He had been talking to his sibling on the telephone that night and they had been talking about the oil furnace. He said that when he had been telling the HVAC repairman what he heard, it hit him that he had been talking to his sibling. He suddenly remembered the conversation. When he came to bed, I was already sleeping and he forgot to tell me the next morning. I kissed him on the forehead and graciously accepted his apology. I told him I had a freebie coming next time I forgot to tell him something, and he couldn’t get angry. I’m not sure he is glad about that, because I don’t give up or apologize as entirely as he did, but I will be nice about it.
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