"No. I have an urgent meeting tomorrow morning, so I have to rest early."
After saying that, I closed the kitchen door.
There was a loud slam of a door outside, and Stella went out again.
Stella was having a cold war with me again.
If it were in the past, I would be restless and begged for forgiveness, wanting to reconcile with her as soon as possible.
But now, I found these days were the most relaxing time I had had with her in the seven years that she and I had known each other.
I didn't have to shorten my sleeping time to prepare breakfast or give up lunch break to rush home to make her a fresh lunch and then deliver it to her.
With enough sleep, the dark circles under my eyes had faded a lot and I looked more energetic.
When I was at work, I no longer recalled the quarrels with Stella or found fault with myself. I no longer sent her messages frequently. Even my work efficiency had improved a lot.
I got off work on time, so I finally had time to attend gatherings with colleagues and manage interpersonal relationships.
I used to rely on Stella and never attended any gatherings. My colleagues all said behind my back that I was dominated by my wife.