That night she asked why I'd been so distant.I shrugged and said, "Just work stress."
She frowned. "You've been saying that for weeks. You don't talk to me anymore."
I almost laughed at the irony of that.But I just said, "What do you want me to say?"
She looked at me for a long time, then shook her head and went to bed without another word.
I stayed in the living room, staring at the blank TV screen.In that silent house, the fight wasn't about words.It was about the space between us — the empty space that used to be filled with trust.
I poured myself a drink and thought,She doesn't even realize the real fight has already started. She's still playing house, thinking I'm just stressed about work.