My marriage feels distant these days. My husband barely notices me, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m not enough for him. There was a time when his eyes would light up when I walked into the room, when he would reach for my hand without thinking, when he would find any excuse to be near me. Now, it feels like I could disappear, and he wouldn’t even notice.

We used to talk for hours, sharing everything from silly jokes to our deepest fears. But lately, our conversations have dwindled to the bare minimum—small talk about work, errands, or the weather. His mind always seems to be elsewhere. I ask how his day was, and he gives me a half-hearted answer before retreating to his phone, the TV, or his own thoughts. I try to tell myself it’s just stress, that life gets busy, but deep down, I can’t shake the feeling that something has changed.

I find myself analyzing every interaction, searching for signs of love, of desire, of the connection we once had. But all I see is distance. I wonder if I’ve become boring to him, if he’s lost interest, if there’s someone else. I don’t want to think that way, but the doubt lingers, whispering insecurities I never used to have.

I miss him. I miss us. And the worst part is, I don’t know if he even misses me back.