Lately, I’ve felt a shift in my marriage, one I can’t ignore. My husband doesn’t seem to care about me the way he used to. The little things that once made me feel cherished—his affectionate texts, the way he’d reach for my hand, the way his eyes would light up when I entered the room—have slowly disappeared. Now, there’s only silence, distance, and a coldness that seeps into my heart no matter how hard I try to fight it.

At first, I told myself I was imagining things. I convinced myself that he was just busy, preoccupied with work or life’s daily stresses. But as the days passed, the excuses I made for him felt more like lies I told myself to avoid the painful truth—he just doesn’t see me the same way anymore.

I find myself questioning everything. Have I changed? Am I not enough? Did I do something wrong? I stand in front of the mirror, trying to find the woman he once adored, wondering if she’s faded into someone unrecognizable. I replay moments in my head, searching for the moment when we started drifting apart.

I don’t know how to fix this. Do I confront him? Do I try harder? Or do I accept that no matter what I do, I might never get back what we once had? The uncertainty eats away at me, and all I want is for him to look at me again the way he used to—with love, with desire, with the warmth I miss so much.