A Lonely Heart in Marriage

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I’m married, but I feel so neglected by my husband. It’s like I don’t matter to him anymore, and it’s breaking my heart. What once felt like a partnership now feels like a one-sided effort to keep something alive that he no longer seems interested in. I can’t pinpoint when it began, but over time, his affection and attention started to wane.

He used to notice the little things—when I wore a new dress, when I laughed at his jokes, or when I had a rough day. Now, it’s as if I’ve faded into the background. He’s preoccupied with work, his phone, or anything but me. Even when we’re in the same room, the silence between us feels deafening. When I try to share my feelings, it’s met with indifference or brushed off as if I’m overthinking.

I miss the man who used to hold my hand, who used to look at me like I was his whole world. Those moments of tenderness, the spontaneous hugs and kisses, are now just memories. It hurts deeply to feel invisible in the eyes of the person who once made me feel so loved and cherished.

I’ve started to question myself. Am I not good enough anymore? Have I done something to push him away? Or is this just the reality of our marriage now? The uncertainty and longing are suffocating. I love him, but the growing emptiness in our relationship is slowly breaking my heart.

 

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