Lately, my husband barely notices me, and it’s making me question my worth in this marriage. I don’t know how to handle it.

I wake up beside him every morning, but it feels like I’m waking up alone. He used to kiss me good morning, used to pull me close even in his sleep. Now, he turns away, lost in his own world, barely acknowledging that I’m there. I try to start conversations, ask about his day, his thoughts, anything to spark a connection, but his responses are short, distant, as if I’m just another task on his to-do list.

I wonder if he still sees me—the woman he once loved, the woman he chose. Or have I become just another part of the background, blending into the routine of his life? The loneliness is unbearable. It’s not just the absence of affection, but the absence of being seen, of being wanted. I’ve started questioning myself. Maybe I’m not enough. Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe he has.

I don’t know how to bring it up without sounding needy, but I also don’t want to keep pretending everything is fine. I miss him—not just physically, but emotionally. I miss the way he used to look at me like I was the most important person in the world. Now, I feel like a shadow of the woman I used to be, waiting for him to notice that I’m still here, still loving him, still hoping he’ll love me back.