Lately, I feel like a stranger in my own relationship. My husband seems uninterested in me, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m no longer what he desires. It’s as if something between us quietly shifted, and now, we are just two people sharing the same space but living separate lives.

I try to tell myself that all couples go through phases, that love ebbs and flows, but deep down, I wonder if this is something more. The way he used to look at me—like I was the only woman in the world—has faded. Now, his eyes skim past me, distracted, indifferent. His words are shorter, his touch is absent, and the warmth we once shared has turned into cold silence.

I go out of my way to bring us closer, planning small surprises, trying to start meaningful conversations, but he barely notices. I laugh at his jokes even when they’re not funny, I reach for his hand only to feel it slip away. I feel foolish, like I’m clinging to something that no longer exists.

At night, as I lie beside him, I wonder if he ever misses me the way I miss him. Does he feel this distance too, or has he already made peace with it? The thought terrifies me. I don’t want to be just another routine in his life—I want to be seen, wanted, and loved. But right now, I feel like a ghost, slowly fading from the man who once swore he’d never let me go.