My hubby and I had been married for more than ten years. I knew he was a Heating, Ventilation and A/C serviceman. He was an Heating, Ventilation and A/C serviceman when I met him, and he was still an Heating, Ventilation and A/C serviceman. Everyone knew what he did for a living, because it was all he talked about. I hated to say it, but there were some things more important to talk about than Heating, Ventilation and A/C. There was something I needed to tell him, but he would not shut up and I just couldn’t get a word in. I was getting to where I wanted to gag him, tie him to the chair, and have a one-sided conversation with him when he couldn’t talk. My friend and I were sitting at the dinner table last month when he started going on about his job again. He laughed every so often, but I wasn’t really paying attention. He gave me a glass of wine, but I declined. Normally, he would make a joke when I say no to wine, but he was so into his story, it was like he didn’t even know I was there. I got up and went to the bathroom, and he smiled when I returned. He continued to talk about his latest Heating, Ventilation and A/C goofy story, and I rolled my eyes. He stopped for a drink, and I told him if he said one more word about Heating, Ventilation and A/C, I was going to beat him. I had something to say. He told me all I had to do was say something. I shouted I was pregnant, which got me a kiss, but he went into a story about a pregnant girl who was having heat flashes.