Marriage is a journey, they say—full of ups and downs, twists and turns. I’ve always believed that, and I’ve tried to weather the tough times with grace. But lately, something feels different. It’s not a stormy fight or a dramatic falling out—it’s more like a slow erosion. Subtle, almost imperceptible, but undeniably there.

I feel like I’ve become part of the background in my own life. The little things I used to be appreciated for—my smile, my sense of humor, the way I light up a room—seem to go unnoticed. I’ve poured so much of myself into this marriage, into keeping everything running smoothly, but somewhere along the way, I think I’ve lost my place.

It hurts to feel taken for granted. I don’t think he even realizes it, which somehow makes it worse. There’s no malice in his actions, no intent to hurt me. It’s just… life, I guess. The busyness, the routines, the comfort that comes with time. But comfort isn’t the same as passion, and I miss the days when I felt truly seen.

I used to believe I had this magic about me, this energy that could captivate and inspire. But now, I’m not so sure. Is it still there, buried somewhere under the weight of the everyday? Or have I lost it?

All I want is to feel valued again. To know that I’m still special, still captivating. Do you think I’ve still got that magic? Because right now, I really need to believe that I do.