Lately, I’ve noticed my husband barely shows any interest in me, and it’s becoming harder to ignore the growing space between us. The little gestures that used to make our relationship feel alive—the spontaneous kisses, the playful teasing, or even the way he’d just stop and ask about my day—seem to have vanished. Now, I feel like I’m living with a stranger.
At first, I told myself it was just a phase, that he was probably busy with work or stressed about something he didn’t know how to share. But as the days turned into weeks, the distance only grew. When I try to talk to him, I’m met with short, dismissive answers or an explanation that everything is fine. Yet, deep down, I know everything isn’t fine.
I’ve started blaming myself, even though I can’t pinpoint what I’ve done wrong. Is it something I said or didn’t say? Have I changed in a way he doesn’t like? I catch myself overthinking every interaction, trying to figure out where I could have made things better. I’ve tried to revive the spark—planning date nights, dressing up, even just sitting closer to him—but nothing seems to work.
The silence between us feels heavier than words, and I’m left wondering if he even notices how much it’s affecting me. I miss feeling cherished and wanted. Most of all, I miss us. I just don’t know how to fix something when I’m not sure what’s broken.
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