In the past, whenever she was angry, she would threaten to sleep in a separate room, and I would always apologize and buy her gifts to make her happy again.
But this time, I just turned over and fell asleep.
I didn't have to worry about her kicking off the covers and catching a cold, or being squished against the edge of the bed by her terrible sleeping position. I slept soundly in my 80-inch-wide bed all by myself.
The next morning, when Amelia got up, I had just finished my last bite of breakfast.
She yawned and sat across from me, bossing me around.
"I don't want milk today, I want coffee."
"Okay, whatever!"
Seeing that I was sitting there motionless, she opened her sleepy eyes.
"Go get it for me right away!"
I picked up my cup and stood up, indifferently.
"Want to drink? Make it yourself. I'm done."
Since we got married, all the household chores have been my responsibility.
I knew everything she liked, including her clothing combinations.
I used to spoil her and never talked to her in this tone.
Amelia was a bit surprised and uncomfortable, blocking my way.
"Are you still angry about last night's game?
"I broke up with him a long time ago, it's no big deal. How can a man like you be so petty?"