These past few months have been challenging with my husband, Alex. His attention has shifted elsewhere, and it feels like our relationship is barely holding on. I can’t pinpoint exactly when things started to change, but the subtle shifts have been accumulating over time, making it hard to ignore. The man who once made me feel cherished and valued now seems distracted, preoccupied with everything but us. His focus seems to lie elsewhere—on work, on his phone, on things that don’t involve me. It’s like I’m becoming an afterthought, and it’s hard to accept that the connection we once shared is slipping away.

I can’t remember the last time he noticed the little things I do—whether it’s making his favorite dinner after a long day or putting extra effort into making our home feel warm and inviting. I used to get a smile or a kind word of appreciation, something to acknowledge the love and effort I put into our life together. Now, it feels like I’m invisible, like those small acts of love go unnoticed, as if they no longer matter to him. It leaves me questioning whether he even sees me anymore, or if I’ve simply become a fixture in his life rather than someone he cherishes.

The emotional distance is what hurts the most. I can still feel his physical presence, but emotionally, he feels miles away. It’s not about the big things—it’s the little moments that matter: the shared glances, the quiet touch, the “How was your day?” that once made me feel seen and loved. Now, our conversations are brief, devoid of warmth, and often turn into routine exchanges that lack the intimacy we once shared.

This distance between us leaves me feeling insignificant and alone in our marriage. I try to initiate conversations, to ask if something’s wrong, but the response is always the same—a shrug, a brief excuse, or an avoidance of the topic altogether. I wonder if I’ve become someone he feels obligated to be with, rather than someone he desires to be with. It’s hard not to feel lost in this silence, like I’m holding on to a relationship that he’s already let go of, but hasn’t had the courage to admit.

Each day, I go through the motions, trying to hold on to the love we once had, but the weight of his indifference is heavy, and I wonder if we’re both simply pretending to maintain something that no longer exists. I long for the connection we had, for the love and partnership that once made everything feel easier. But with every passing day, it becomes clearer that I might be the only one still holding on.