Lately, I feel like I’m disappearing. My husband has been distant, his interest in me fading like the final embers of a fire that once burned brightly. At first, I tried to ignore it, convincing myself that it was just a phase. Maybe he was tired, stressed, preoccupied with work. But as time passed, the silence between us grew louder, and I couldn’t help but notice the way he barely looks at me anymore.

I reach for him—through conversations, through touch, through small acts of love—but he remains out of reach. His responses are short, his affection feels forced, and our moments together lack the warmth they once had. I find myself analyzing everything: the way I dress, the way I speak, the way I carry myself. I wonder if I’ve changed, if I’ve become less desirable, if I’ve done something wrong.

The worst part is how it’s making me feel about myself. I used to feel confident, secure in who I was and in our relationship. But now, doubt creeps in like a shadow, whispering that maybe I’m not enough anymore. Maybe I’ve become invisible to the one person who used to see me the most.

I don’t know how to handle this. Do I confront him, risking a painful truth? Do I pull away, matching his distance? Or do I keep fighting for something that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers? Because right now, I feel like I’m losing not just him—but myself too.