It's cold here, 14 degrees. I asked DP to turn the heat up as he was going upstairs. He said it's not cold. I told him I'm cold. Then he said we're going to have to pay more for the heat. It seems like everything I say I get push back. I'm really tired of it. I'm sat here crying now over something so small and insignificant. He'll come down and tell me he put the heat up.