@Stace126: God, yes. We fight over the thermostat.
I’m kind of your Fiance in this battle. My Darling Husband is all about saving $$ and will shut off the AC as soon as the outside temps go below 80. Nevermind that then the house still gets stuffy/humid and my allergies act up from him opening up all the windows in the house and leaving them all night. In the morning, the damp/cool air from outside gives me a hoarse throat.
I grew up without AC, and endured absolute misery in the summer, including constant headaches from the heat. I LOVE the cool, dry air from the AC in the house, so I leave it on, even if it doesn’t run but once or twice a day.
My Darling Husband likes it to be 78-80 and have a fan on high at all times. It irritates me to constantly have a wind tunnel blowing on me, and yet still feel “sticky”.
We compromise by keeping it around 74-76 in the house. I would prefer 70-72, he would prefer closer to 80. Sometimes he sneakily turns the AC down and the fans on when I’m not home, and hopes I won’t notice. If he’s not home, I bump the cooling down a few degrees. When we are not home, the thermostat is set at 78.
We don’t fight about it in the winter because he turns the heat down, and I prefer it that way. I just wear a warm robe in the morning and change clothes as fast a possible.
Don’t even get me started about the AC in the car. It is constant war. He almost always drives, and the AC in my car doesn’t work anyway as of this summer. I HATE being hot in the car. It’s like some kind of claustrophobia…. being in a hot, small, stuffy space, with the sun beating down on me. He tries to turn off the AC and blow the vents instead = I feel like I’m suffocating. He refuses to open the windows because it hurts his ears (?) and the main reason he doesn’t like the AC on anything but the lowest setting is that he likes air on his feet, but not enough that his feet then get too cold (usually in sandals). I’m so short my feet don’t even reach the air vents, and with the AC turned down so far, it might as well be off.
God, we are strange people…