My wife said she didn't understand what the silent treatment was. In three years of marriage, she had never once tried to make up with me. The first time we stopped speaking, I was too proud to back down, and neither of us spoke to the other for seven days. By the seventh time, I was starting to panic. I tried everything, but still couldn't get her to give in even once. By the eleventh time, I had learned to deal with my feelings on my own. I apologized first without waiting for Song Ya to say a word. I thought she was simply born cold and distant, the kind of person no one could ever warm up. That was until the third year of our marriage, when I accidentally ruined one of her dresses with an iron. Song Ya didn't say anything, but that night she packed her bags and moved into