This life is not for the faint-hearted.
- Jeremy was the best fiance a lady could desire.
He was once an HVAC repairman for a local business. Jeremy loved his job but dreamed of bigger things. He always told me how he wanted to start his own HVAC business. Being the love-struck partner, I told him I would help finance his dream of being an HVAC provider. Jeremy took care of my HVAC maintenance. We did not live together, but he always ensured I had help with indoor comfort. There was a time when Jeremy told me to upgrade my HVAC unit to increase indoor comfort, and since Jeremy was a certified HVAC professional, I left it to him. He told me he would pick the best HVAC brand and pair it with an intelligent thermostat. All I did was write a check for the new HVAC equipment, and he took care of the rest. I remember during that time, I was away for business for four days when he did the HVAC installation. A week after my business trip was his birthday, and I wrote him a check for a large sum of money to invest in his new venture. My HVAC technician was over the moon, and it made me glad that I could help him in such a manner. I tried to reach him on a Friday, a month after his birthday but failed. It went on for four days until I had to look for him. Jeremy’s neighbor found me on his porch and told me that Jeremy had moved to a different place. That day I could barely see because of the tears after everything his neighbor told me. I checked with the bank and found that he had cashed the check. A year later, just when the pain began to fade, I found out during the heat pump service that I didn’t have a hybrid-quality HVAC system. It was still the same old electric furnace.