My husband’s lack of attention lately makes me wonder if I’m still enough for him, or if I ever was. It’s a thought that creeps into my mind at night, settling in my chest like a weight I can’t shake. I replay memories of us—the way he used to look at me, touch me, make me feel like I was his whole world. But now, that world feels distant, and I’m not sure if I still belong in it.

At first, I told myself it was just life getting in the way—work stress, responsibilities, exhaustion. But as time passed, I realized it wasn’t just a phase. He doesn’t look at me the same way anymore. The way he once used to admire me, as if I was the only woman in the room, has faded into indifference. When I talk, his mind seems elsewhere. When I reach for him, he pulls away, even if just subtly.

I’ve started questioning myself, picking apart my reflection in the mirror. Am I less attractive now? Have I become boring? I wonder if someone else has taken my place in his mind, if his heart has drifted somewhere I can’t reach.

I want to ask him, to confront the silence between us, but I’m terrified of the answer. Because what if he never truly saw me the way I thought he did? What if I was never enough for him to begin with?