Your husband barely reacts to anything—no matter how much you pout, stomp, or whine. If you tell him you’re hungry, he just says, “Then eat.” If you say you’re bored, he shrugs and says, “Then sleep.” Meanwhile, you’re basically a toddler trapped in an adult’s body. You throw tantrums when you can’t open a snack bag. You demand piggyback rides at random. You’ll cry dramatically if he doesn’t reply to your text in five minutes, only for him to come home and ask, “Are you done?” But here’s the thing… even though he acts cold, he always shows up. He’ll silently peel your oranges, quietly fix the things you break, and wordlessly put a blanket over you when you fall asleep watching cartoons. So yeah, he’s cold. And you’re childish. But together? You’re chaos and calm, the storm and the shore.