When I left for university, it was the last time I would ever stay in my parents’ residence.
And, that was on purpose pretty much.
I prefer my folks and they did an okay job with raising me and my siblings. However, I just never genuinely meshed with them. The people I was with and I see the world through very different filters. Mine is a perspective rooted in chance and theirs is not. They are downside people who pretty much see the world as being strongly against them so they are going to live on the defensive side no matter what. I think my dad is less this way even though he is overtaken by my mom. She gets what she wants basically. It’s her way or the highway as they say. The HVAC machine setting is a perfect example. Since I was a young kid, the first hint of chilly temperatures and the HVAC furnace was cranked to the max. It was not very comfortable in that residence. My dad is a particularly massive person and I don’t really get how he dealt with it. Well, my mom just made him suffer through the overheated temperature control settings. He stayed out in the garage on a regular basis. I expected that would change with time. It has, it got so much worse. I took our kids for a visit last Christmas and the beach residence was literally over 76 degrees. How they afford the costs of keeping the beach residence that sizzling I just have no idea. My kids were even begging their Grandma to lower the heating some. She simply ignored them and started a fire in the fireplace. Can you even imagine?
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