I adore my fiance, but he is driving me crazy.
He spent the last eight years in the Marines, and four of them were being a drill instructor.
He is so used to telling people what to do and expecting it done immediately that he orders everyone around. Last week, I forgot to put the clothes away, and he told me to clean up the mess and drop and give him twenty. I was sure he was kidding, but I wasn’t having any of it. I poked my finger in his chest and told him he ever ordered me to do anything again, and he would take me back to the city where my parents lived. Yesterday, the HVAC technician was at the house. I had called the HVAC company and asked to have them check the air conditioning unit because I thought the coolant may be low. The young man didn’t look like he was much over eighteen, but he was good at his job. He was in the house showing me what he had to do with the air conditioning and said the only charge was for the coolant he had to use. My fiance walked into the house and asked what he was doing there. I told him he was the HVAC technician. John turned to him and asked why he was inside talking to me when he hadn’t yet cleaned up his mess? I was waiting for him to tell the kid to drop and give him ten, but the young man got up and cleaned up the mess, and chuckled as he handed John the bill.