Lately, I’ve felt like a ghost in my own marriage. My husband barely notices me anymore, and when he does, it’s only for mundane conversations about bills, schedules, or what’s for dinner. There was a time when his eyes would light up when I walked into the room, when he would reach for me just because he wanted to feel close. Now, it’s like I’ve become invisible to him.

I’ve tried everything—new outfits, changing my hair, even planning romantic evenings—but nothing seems to spark his interest. He stays late at work more often, his phone is always in his hand, and when I try to talk to him about how I feel, he either brushes it off or says he’s just tired.

At first, I blamed myself. Maybe I’m not attractive enough anymore, maybe I’m too boring, maybe I’ve become just another part of the furniture in his life. The thought haunts me: what if he’s found someone else? Someone younger, more exciting, someone who makes him feel alive in a way I no longer do?

I don’t want to be this woman—the one who begs for attention, who doubts her own worth because of a man’s indifference. But here I am, staring at my reflection, wondering if I’m not enough. Maybe I never was. Or maybe… I’m just loving someone who stopped loving me back.

And the worst part? I don’t know what to do about it.