Our home used to be filled with laughter and warmth. But these days, David and I barely exchange more than a few words. I feel like I’m living with a stranger, and each day, it hurts a little more. I’ll come home from work, eager to talk about my day, to hear about his, but he’s glued to his phone or lost in his own world. It feels like I’m talking to a wall, waiting for a response that never really comes.

I’ve tried everything to break through the silence. I’ll leave little notes for him, try to initiate conversations, dress up in a way he used to like. But nothing seems to reach him. And each time he doesn’t notice, I feel a little more invisible.

I wonder if he’s just stressed, if maybe he doesn’t realize how distant he’s become. But it’s hard not to take it personally. How long can we keep going like this? I’m torn between holding on to the memories of the love we once shared and facing the reality that we might be losing it.