🧊 Occasional Gripes: The Cold Room and the Warm Truth

💬 “Sometimes it’s not the temperature that chills you — it’s the feeling of being unheard.”

The Situation

Once again comes another day of gripes.
For quite some time now, one particular issue keeps testing my patience — disrespect.

My wife, bless her heart, holds on to what I can only describe as a convoluted belief that keeping our bedroom cool at all times somehow preserves the furniture, clothing, and purses.

Where she got this idea, I have no clue — maybe from one of those “experts” on YouTube or a questionable CNN clip.
Either way, the result is the same: I walk into a freezing-cold bedroom every night.

Sleeping Arrangements & The Cold War

California nights are usually cool, especially in winter.
So when she leaves the balcony door open till after midnight, the temperature drops low enough that I’d need a jacket just to go to bed.

The irony? I’m the only one sleeping in that room now.
She prefers her downstairs couch, snuggled up with our Yorkies — the real royalty of the house.
Sometimes I joke that if the house ever caught fire, she’d save the dogs first and let me toast!

I’ve accepted our separate sleeping spots.
But I can’t accept walking into what feels like a meat freezer every night.

Respect vs Routine

I’ve brought this up countless times — politely, reasonably, even emotionally.
Yet every time, she brushes it off with a sarcastic “Yeah, yeah — won’t do it again.”

To me, it’s not about temperature anymore — it’s about respect.
If my feelings matter, why do my words seem to fall on deaf ears?
When I say “Please don’t leave the door open,” I’m not asking for the moon.
I’m asking to feel heard and valued.

It’s hard not to compare.
When her friends ask for help, she’s quick to jump up with love and energy.
When it’s me — it’s like pulling teeth.

That hurts.

The Aftermath

I woke up this morning with a headache, sore throat, and irritated heart.
I told her how I felt — not to argue, but to be understood.
Yet the same cold air that froze my room seems to have frozen empathy between us.

Maybe the devil really is at work — whispering annoyance into our ears, feeding frustration between husband and wife.

Scripture says woman was created to help man, but maybe my helper missed that verse this week.
Still, God tells me to love my wife as He loves the church — and that’s no small task when you’re aggravated, disrespected, and sleep-deprived.

The Warm Truth

So today’s gripe isn’t just about the cold air in the bedroom — it’s about the coldness that comes from feeling unheard.

Maybe, just maybe, God is using even this icy room to teach me patience, humility, and forgiveness — lessons no thermostat can control.

🕊️ “Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” — 1 Corinthians 13:4

🧭 Closing Reflection

Sometimes our gripes are not about others, but about what God is trying to refine within us.
Even in frustration, He whispers lessons about love, endurance, and grace.

Maybe tomorrow will be warmer — in spirit, if not in temperature.