Lately, I’ve been struggling with the way my husband has been ignoring me. It’s not just about the words left unsaid—it’s the way he looks past me, the way he barely acknowledges my presence, as if I’ve become just another piece of furniture in our home. The warmth we once had, the connection that made me feel safe and cherished, has slowly faded into something cold and unfamiliar.

I try to tell myself it’s just a phase, that maybe he’s distracted or stressed, but deep down, I know this runs deeper. There was a time when he would reach for me in the middle of the night, when he would laugh at my jokes and pull me close for no reason at all. Now, I sit across from him at dinner, barely able to get his attention, as if I no longer exist in his world.

I try to brush it off, to stay strong, but it’s hard not to take it personally. It’s hard not to wonder if I’m not enough for him anymore. Maybe I’m not as exciting, as beautiful, as desirable as I used to be. Maybe he’s found something—or someone—more interesting than me.

I don’t know where to go from here. Do I fight for us, for his attention, for the love that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers? Or do I accept that I might already be too late? The not knowing is the hardest part, and I’m afraid of the answer I might find.