My marriage doesn’t feel like a marriage anymore. My husband has lost interest in me, and I’m starting to wonder if I even deserve his love—or if I ever did.

At first, I ignored the signs. The way he stopped asking about my day, how his goodnight kisses faded into a simple nod before turning away in bed. I told myself it was just stress, that work was overwhelming him, that this was just a phase. But phases pass—this feels permanent.

I used to be his priority. Now, I feel like an afterthought. He barely looks at me, barely talks to me, and when I reach for him, there’s nothing but distance between us. I catch him staring at his phone, smiling at messages I’ll never see. I wonder who or what is holding his attention, and why it’s no longer me.

I’ve spent countless nights lying awake, questioning myself. Am I not beautiful enough? Not exciting enough? Did I become too predictable, too ordinary? I hate the way these thoughts consume me, how they make me feel like I’m begging for the love of a man who barely notices I exist.

But the hardest part is the doubt. Did he ever love me the way I loved him? Was I ever enough for him? Or was I just someone who filled the space in his life until he found something—or someone—better?

I don’t have the answers. I just know that I feel alone in a marriage that once felt like home.