My husband seems uninterested in me these days, and I can’t help but feel like I don’t matter to him anymore. It’s been weighing on me, slowly chipping away at my confidence, my happiness, my sense of worth.

I remember a time when he would reach for my hand without thinking, when his eyes would light up at the sight of me. Now, there’s only silence between us, a hollow space where love and warmth used to live. He comes home, distracted, barely acknowledging my presence. We sit at the same dinner table, but it feels like we’re worlds apart. When I speak, he nods absentmindedly, barely hearing me. When I try to initiate intimacy, he pulls away, offering an excuse—he’s tired, he’s busy, maybe tomorrow. But tomorrow never comes.

I’ve started to question myself. Am I not beautiful enough? Have I become boring, predictable? Does he still love me, or am I just someone he shares a house with, not a life? The uncertainty gnaws at me, making every moment feel heavier than the last.

I want to talk to him, to understand what’s going on, but part of me is scared. Scared of the answer, scared that I already know it. I don’t want to beg for his attention, but I also don’t want to watch our love slip away in silence. I just want to feel seen, to feel wanted. I want to matter to him again.