When Dexter was about three months old, I moved in with my (ex) boyfriend. We got a new house and everything. I moved in the night before everyone else, with dex (U2). I got sex during the summer, and my old house didn't have AC. So, Dexter was fine. I had a backup heatpad, which was unfortunately destroyed during the move. The first night, I turned up the heat in the house. We were staying in the basement, and it was too cold, even though it was in the 90's outside. (I'm aware now i was being a bit reckless) the first night was fine, but the next day, my BF's family moved in, and decided it was too hot upstairs. They turned the a.c. Up, high. As Dexter became cold, I went upstairs and turned down the cold. i used a heat blanket (which didn't heat up much) to keep him at 82. They turned it up again, and I turned it back down. My ex's dad decided to send out a group text to leave the cold air on. He Was Aware of Dexter's needs. Dex started to lose his appetite. I texted him and told him Dexter was going to die without proper warmth. He was putting his comfort over Dexter's life. I would have put Dexter upstairs, but I didn't trust my bf's family with dexter, they were rarely dressed, and there was no where for me to sleep and watch Dexter there. I finally got a heat lamp to keep Dexter warm. I was furious with that man, and my BF did nothing to defend me. Dexter could have easily died if I was not able to keep him warm, but he was too lazy to open a window.