It feels like my husband has lost interest in me entirely, and the weight of that realization is almost unbearable. Every day, I fight the urge to internalize his indifference, to push away the creeping thought that I’m no longer deserving of his love. But it’s hard—so hard—to ignore the growing emptiness between us.

There was a time when his attention made me feel radiant, like I was the only person in the world who mattered. His touch, his words, his laughter—they were a constant reminder of the bond we shared. But now, those moments feel like a distant memory, and I’m left grasping at fragments of what we once had.

I’ve started questioning everything. Did I stop being the person he fell in love with? Have I changed in ways I can’t see? I try to be present, to engage with him, to remind him of the love that still burns in me, but his responses are lukewarm at best, cold at worst. His lack of affection feels like rejection, and no matter how much I tell myself it might not be about me, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m the problem.

I lie awake at night replaying our interactions, trying to find clues, anything that might explain what’s happening. But the silence only deepens, and I feel more alone than ever. All I want is for him to look at me the way he used to, to remind me that I’m still enough. But right now, it feels like I’m fading away, unnoticed and unloved.