Lately, my husband has been acting as if I don’t exist. I don’t know what changed, but I can’t help feeling like I’m not good enough for him anymore.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when he would pull me close just because he wanted to feel my warmth, when his laughter filled our home, when his eyes held something for me that felt irreplaceable. Now, all of that feels like a dream, something I once had but somehow lost without realizing it.

He barely speaks to me unless it’s necessary. Our conversations have turned into exchanges of schedules and reminders—”Don’t forget to pick up groceries,” “Did you pay the bills?”—as if we are business partners, not lovers. When I try to engage him, to pull him into the life we once shared, he either brushes me off or gives me a tired sigh, as if I’m exhausting him just by wanting to connect.

I replay everything in my mind, searching for where I went wrong. Did I change? Did he? Is there someone else? The thought haunts me, creeping in during the quiet moments, poisoning my self-worth.

I don’t want to be the kind of woman who begs for affection. But I also don’t want to wake up one day and realize that my marriage ended long before I ever admitted it to myself.

I just wish I knew how to bring him back to me—if he even wants to come back at all.