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 no longer do that. It seems like a distant past when we used to laugh together over mundane things. "Is your wife okay?" Kazuya, the neighbor, called me. I was so happy to be treated kindly by someone other than my husband. While listening to my complaints, I noticed my heart was trembling little by little.