Hard to live with SO and humidity
I love my husband.
- I truly do.
So please take everything I’m about to say with a grain of salt…. He drives me absolutely insane. He really thinks the world of his younger years. Everyday there’s some new way that his upbringing has prepared him for some ridiculous task at hand, and he drives me up the wall. Right now our huge obstacle is figuring out how to cohabitate with the thermostat. See, my midwest upbringing apparently did not prepare me for the heat and humidity of Atlanta summers. I am more than accustomed to brutally low temperatures, terrible windchill, and drastic snowfall. However, while our summers got plenty hot and humid, they are nothing compared to the climate of the south. On the other hand, my husband is from goddamn Florida. Therefore, any level of heat and mugginess is absolutely acceptable to him. He sees absolutely no problem with a 100 degree day and 90% humidity, because “He’s from Florida.” I want to strangle him. No one should live in those conditions, and it isn’t something to brag about! As such, you can imagine the arguments we have over the air conditioning system at home. While I desperately want to run the AC unit all hours of the day, every single day, he doesn’t understand why I’m so discontent with the natural air quality. He thinks that opening the windows to the house provides adequate ventilation, and I simply need to accept the disgusting outdoor air conditions. We go back and forth, turning the cooling system off and on. One of these days I know the AC isn’t going to power back on again, and my husband will finally be able to live like he’s back in sweet home, Florida.