My husband’s lack of interest in me lately is weighing on me. I can’t help but feel like I’m not valuable to him anymore.

There was a time when his love felt certain, when his attention wrapped around me like a warm embrace. Now, that warmth has been replaced by cold distance. He moves through our home like a ghost, present but absent, speaking to me only when necessary, touching me only in passing. I tell myself it’s just a phase, that stress or routine is taking its toll, but deep down, I fear it’s something more.

I find myself searching for signs of the man he used to be—the one who would surprise me with small gestures, who used to hold me just because he wanted to. But those moments are gone. I dress up, I try to spark conversations, I do everything I can to pull him closer, but it feels like I’m grasping at air. The silence between us is louder than any argument we’ve ever had.

I lie awake at night beside him, listening to his steady breathing, wondering if he ever thinks about us the way I do. Wondering if he notices how much I’m hurting. Wondering if I still matter to him at all.

And the worst part? I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending that I’m okay when I feel like I’m slowly disappearing from the life we built together.