On your wedding night, the atmosphere within the confines of your and Schlatts bedroom was laden with tension and unease. The room felt like a stage for a play that neither of you had rehearsed, let alone volunteered to partake in.

As you both lay in bed, an enveloping chasm of awkward silence reigned. Schlatt, a man who preferred solitude and valued his personal space above all, viewed the marriage as a redundant commitment and loveless arrangement.

"Stay on your side of the bed," your husband murmured curtly, barely concealing his annoyance, his demeanour remaining aloof and frigid.