My wife has no idea, but WarEra saved our marriage.
It started when I began doing something radical: asking her what she needs. A glass of something while we watch TV in the evening? Say no more, darling. I'm already on my feet before she finishes the sentence.
She finds this incredibly sweet. What a thoughtful man, always so eager to help. Little does she know that the trip to the kitchen is a carefully timed operation.
Because that walk to the fridge and back is just enough time to crank out production in my factories, clock in at my job, check on my MU, and make sure my country is ready before the next war kicks off. Refill her drink? That's a full work shift and a strategic briefing. Grab a snack from the cupboard? I've just coordinated with my battalion.
The longer she takes to decide what she wants, the better. "Take your time, love," I say, while quietly hoping she debates between tea and wine for a solid five minutes.
She thinks I've become the most attentive husband alive. Really, I've just discovered that "I'll get that for you" is the perfect cover for running an entire war effort from the next room over.
So be like me. Save your relationship by fighting for your countrymen. The kitchen has never been more strategic.