Voice pitched high and accusatory tone; I wonder how your relationship survives. Is it planning or expectation or something hidden that I can’t see in my neighbourly, fragmentary way? The expectation that a woman will nag - so you find one that does and you stay. I’d grasp at an argument but I’ve never heard her voice another way, maybe it’s just her manner. To speak, to whine, to waste your time on pointless whinging words that fall on ears inured to moans and answered by curt, dull monotone. I thought I might but I don’t envy you, either of you.