I never imagined that one day I would feel invisible in my own marriage. But here I am, living in the same house as my husband, yet feeling like a ghost. He walks past me without really seeing me. He answers my questions with half-hearted responses, distracted by his phone, the TV, or his own thoughts. The man who once made me feel like the most important person in his world now barely acknowledges my presence.

I try to remind myself that love evolves, that passion ebbs and flows, but deep down, I know this is different. It’s not just a phase—it’s a distance that keeps growing between us. I’ve tried everything. I’ve dressed up, planned date nights, even made excuses for his coldness, hoping it was just stress or exhaustion. But nothing seems to change.

Now, I find myself wondering if the problem is me. Am I not exciting enough anymore? Not beautiful enough? Have I become someone he simply tolerates rather than adores? The thought breaks my heart.

I want to reach for him, to shake him and ask if he still sees me—if he still loves me the way he once did. But I’m scared of the answer. What if he doesn’t? What if I’ve already lost him, and I’m the only one still holding on?

I don’t know how much longer I can live like this, feeling like a shadow in my own marriage. I just want to feel wanted again.