I feel invisible in my own marriage. My husband hardly looks at me the way he used to, and it’s breaking me inside. Maybe I’m just not worthy of his attention anymore.

There was a time when his eyes would search for me in a crowded room, when his touch was effortless, when he made me feel like I was the most important person in his world. But now, those days feel like a distant memory, slipping further and further away with each passing moment.

Lately, it feels like I could disappear, and he wouldn’t even notice. I speak, and my words hang in the air, unanswered. I reach for him, but his body stiffens, as if my touch is unfamiliar, unwelcome. Our home is filled with silence—not the comfortable kind, but the heavy, suffocating type that makes my heart ache in ways I can’t describe.

I try to remind him that I’m here. I dress up in the clothes he once loved, cook his favorite meals, initiate conversations, anything to bring back the man who once adored me. But nothing changes. He nods, offers a distracted “thanks,” then returns to his phone, his work, his thoughts—anywhere but me.

I stare at myself in the mirror, searching for the woman I used to be—the woman he used to love. But all I see is someone fading, someone slowly becoming a stranger in her own life.

Maybe it’s not that he doesn’t see me anymore. Maybe he’s just stopped wanting to.