He owns dozens of heavy sweaters and jackets. I have one that hangs in the closet.
He wears jeans, long johns, boots, a sweater, a jacket, a hat, and gloves. I wear jeans, a t-shirt, and runners. We look unbelievably incongruous walking side by side.
He turns the heat up. I turn it down.
He turns on the gas fireplace. I turn it off.
He piles on extra blankets. I drag in the fan and set it up on my side of the bed.
He wants to cuddle. I can’t take the heat.
We knew none of this before we got married. Really, there has to be a better way.