Lately, I feel like I’m disappearing. My husband acts as if I don’t exist, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, the weight of his indifference is crushing me. It wasn’t always like this. We used to be so connected, so in sync. Now, it feels like we’re living in two separate worlds, barely intersecting.

At first, I told myself it was stress, that he was just tired or preoccupied with work. But as time passed, I realized it wasn’t just a bad week or a passing phase. It became our new normal. He comes home, barely acknowledges me, barely speaks unless necessary. I sit across from him at the dinner table, hoping for a conversation, but all I get are short, empty responses. I reach for him at night, but he turns away, as if my touch is something he no longer craves.

I don’t know if it’s me—if I’ve changed in ways I don’t see—or if something deeper is wrong between us. Has he stopped loving me? Has he found someone else? Or has he simply grown so comfortable that he no longer feels the need to show he cares? The uncertainty is unbearable.

I don’t know whether to fight for his attention or to prepare myself for the possibility that I’ve already lost him. But what scares me most is the thought that, perhaps, I’m already gone in his eyes—and I just haven’t realized it yet.