“Okay, hi, hello. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you making fun of me or calling me Nuisance?” “Because there are times when I don’t feel like speaking.” “But you spoke to Zoha.” “She’s my daughter.” “And I’m your wife,” I remind him, trying to keep my tone light but firm. “We’re partners in crime, and that includes sharing our thoughts and feelings with each other. You don’t have to ask me about every detail of my day, but I’d like to know how you’re doing. We can’t just rely on surface-level conversations all the time.”
