There’s this growing distance between me and my husband, and it feels like a chasm that gets wider every day. His lack of interest in me has left me questioning everything—myself, our relationship, and whether I’m even good enough for him anymore.

We still share the same home, the same routines, but it’s as though we’re living in different worlds. He’s there physically, but emotionally, he’s miles away. I watch him lost in his thoughts or glued to his phone, while I sit quietly, wondering when we stopped being “us.” The laughter, the intimacy, the connection—they’ve all faded into a silence that I don’t know how to break.

I’ve tried to reach out to him, to find ways to rekindle what we once had. I’ve planned date nights, started conversations, even made subtle changes to myself, hoping he’d notice. But his responses are lukewarm at best, as if he’s merely humoring me. It’s as though I’m grasping at something that’s slipping through my fingers, and it’s devastating.

I can’t help but wonder if I’ve changed or if he’s grown tired of me. Have I failed to be the woman he needs, or is it something within him that’s shifted? I miss the days when he’d look at me with love in his eyes, when I felt like I was enough for him. Now, I’m left with this growing sense of inadequacy, questioning my place in his heart and in our marriage.