Anna was beside herself with rage and despair.
As the cold winter air settled into their home, Anna couldn’t wait to turn on the gas heater. It was the only thing that kept them from freezing in their small, drafty house. But her husband, Tom, hated the gas heater. Anna pointed out that the heater was cheap and efficient, that it kept them warm, and that they couldn’t afford to use the electric heater all the time. But Tom didn’t want to hear it. He complained about the smell of gas and the fact that it dried out his skin. He even claimed that it was making him sick. Anna knew this was nonsense, they had been using the gas heater for years without any problems but she didn’t know how to convince him. Anna came home from work one evening, looking forward to a cozy night in with Tom. But as soon as she walked in the door, she could tell something was wrong. Tom was sitting on the couch, glaring at the gas heater. “I can’t take it anymore,” he said. “I hate this thing. I want it gone.” Anna tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen. He was so angry that he started to dismantle the heater right then and there. Anna pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He tore the heater apart, piece by piece until there was nothing left but a pile of metal and wires. Anna was beside herself with rage and despair. She didn’t know what to do. She loved Tom, but his hatred of the gas heater was driving them apart. She knew they needed to find a solution – and fast. But for now, all she could do was stare at the pile of rubble where their beloved heater used to be.