Even though my husband is in the next room... I couldn't suppress the heartbeat of the neighbor's warmth so much that it could be transmitted through the wall-"You're really incompetent." Words and relentless use of housework... The only peace of mind in a marriage that seems to be squeezed by pressure was a moment when I exchanged words with a gentle neighbor, Komiya-san, over a balcony. When I escaped from the room, I reached out to the next room with Mr. Komiya reaching out....

Should I have to go home ?