A big cry baby

Have you ever noticed that gentlemen are large crybabies? Don’t get me wrong, they won’t ever expertise their emotions or tell you when something is hurting on the inside, anyways, if anything ever goes wrong with their physical condition, you better think that you’re going to hear about it nonstop.

I cannot tell you how many of my besties endlessly complained when they would stub a toe or get a scratch, but meanwhile, I could have a broken arm & I entirely would not say a word about it… This has held true for my partner.

My husband. The worst part of being with him is his consistent respiratory illnesses. I do not mind that he has trouble with his respiratory system, but I am legitimately miserable with how dramatic he is when he feels ill, every moment that he gets the sniffles my husband wants a goddamn parade to cheer him up. He starts endlessly bitching about the indoor air quality, dramatically stating that he is burning to death or freezing frosty depending on the moment. Then, he wants me to go change the control unit settings for him because he’s too weak to walk 5 feet to the temperature control device. This is why I’m harshly blissful that both of us installed the mini split ductless heating & cooling system in his person cave. The Heating & Air Conditioning component has an electronic remote that allows him to turn the heat up or down as he pleases, but now, he can adjust his own indoor air temperature all on his own & I can avoid hearing all of his dramatic complaints for a few hours at a time.

 

 

Heating system