Married for five years. Today, I had a fight with my husband over something trivial. I wonder how many times this month we've fought... are we no good anymore? It seemed like a distant past when we laughed together over silly things. "Are you okay, Mrs.?" Kazuya, who lives next door, called out to me. I was happy to be treated kindly by someone other than my husband. As he listened to my complaints, I realized that my Kokoro was slowly wavering.