My husband’s lack of attention and affection lately has left me questioning my own worth, as though I’m no longer important to him. It’s not just the absence of kind words or physical closeness—it’s the emptiness in the small, everyday moments that used to make me feel cherished. Once, a glance from him could light up my day, but now, his gaze rarely meets mine, and when it does, it feels distant, almost distracted.

I’ve tried to brush it off, telling myself that life is just busy or that he’s dealing with stress he hasn’t shared with me. But as the days stretch on, the excuses feel thinner, and my patience grows shorter. There’s an ache in my chest when he walks through the door after work and barely acknowledges me, his focus already elsewhere. We share the same space, but it feels like we’re living in separate worlds.

I’ve started to overanalyze everything—my appearance, the way I talk, even the way I interact with him. Have I changed? Have I become boring, unattractive, or unworthy of his love? These thoughts circle in my mind like a storm, leaving me drained and unsure of myself.

I miss feeling seen and valued. I miss the laughter, the stolen kisses, and the way he used to make me feel like I was the most special person in his life. Now, I feel like I’m fading into the background, and I’m left wondering if he even notices—or cares.