Lately, my husband seems distant and uninterested in me. The warmth that once filled our home has been replaced by an unspoken coldness. He no longer looks at me the way he used to, and his touch has become rare, almost absent. Conversations that once flowed effortlessly between us now feel forced, as if he’s merely going through the motions.

I try to tell myself it’s just stress, that work is overwhelming him, but deep down, I wonder if there’s something more. I wonder if I’ve changed, if I’ve somehow become less—less interesting, less attractive, less worthy of his attention. When I reach for him at night, he turns away, lost in his own world. When I ask about his day, his answers are short, detached.

I miss the way he used to pull me close, the way his eyes would light up when he saw me. I miss feeling like I mattered. Now, I feel like I’m fading into the background of his life, like a piece of furniture he’s grown accustomed to but no longer truly sees.

I don’t know if I should confront him, if I should beg for answers, or if I should silently accept that I’m no longer enough for him. The uncertainty is suffocating, and the loneliness within my marriage is beginning to feel heavier than being alone.