Lately, I’ve been feeling like a ghost in my own home. My husband seems uninterested in me, barely acknowledging my presence beyond the routine exchanges of everyday life. At first, I told myself it was just stress—work, responsibilities, the usual excuses. But as days turned into weeks, I couldn’t ignore the distance growing between us.

I find myself replaying memories of how things used to be. The way he used to look at me, the way he’d pull me close just because he couldn’t resist. Now, his eyes barely meet mine, and when they do, they lack the warmth they once held. Conversations have become mechanical, lacking depth, lacking us.

I try to make an effort—new clothes, different hairstyles, cooking his favorite meals—but nothing seems to bring back the spark. And that’s when the thoughts creep in. Am I not enough? Have I become uninteresting? Has he found someone else? I don’t want to believe it, but the uncertainty gnaws at me.

I don’t know what to do. Do I confront him? Do I wait and hope things change? Or do I start preparing myself for the possibility that I might never be enough for him again? I want to believe that love doesn’t just fade, but right now, I feel like I’m standing alone, waiting for him to notice me again.

And the hardest part? I’m not sure he ever will.