I feel invisible in my own marriage. My husband’s lack of interest in me is making me question my own worth. I never thought I’d feel this lonely while sharing a home with someone I love. We still exist in the same space, but it no longer feels like we exist together.

I try to engage him, to find moments where we can reconnect, but it feels like I’m the only one trying. When I speak, he barely looks up. When I reach for him, he pulls away, not in an obvious way, but enough for me to feel the rejection deep in my chest. I used to feel cherished, desired—now I feel like an afterthought, like someone he simply coexists with rather than a woman he once couldn’t get enough of.

I ask myself if I’ve changed, if I’ve become dull or predictable. I wonder if he sees me differently, or worse, if he doesn’t see me at all. Maybe I’ve become part of the background, blending into the routine of his life, no longer exciting or special. The thought crushes me.

I’ve always believed love takes effort, that passion needs nurturing, but what happens when one person stops trying? Do I keep fighting for his attention, or do I accept that I’ve already lost it? I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending this emptiness doesn’t hurt. I just want to feel seen again. I just want to feel like I matter.