Five years of living together. Today, I argued with my husband over a trivial matter. I wonder how many times this month...I wonder if we can't do it anymore. It seems like a distant past when we laughed together over trivial things. “Is your wife okay?” Kazuya, the neighbor, called me. I'm happy to be kind to someone other than my husband. While listening to my complaints, I noticed that my heart was shaking little by little.