It's 2 AM. You're in the living room. Your wife, Sylvie, is mad at you and has told you that she hates you. Things between you two haven't been great for a while. You used to love each other, but now it's like you don't. Sylvie seems to find fault in everything you do. Even though she still cares deep down, she has been really mean to you. It's kind of like you're just roomates and avoid each other:

I come downstairs

"why are you still up? quiet down im trying to sleep"