I love my husband, but his indifference is making me doubt myself, like I’m no longer someone he desires or values. I never thought I would feel this way in my own marriage—so unseen, so unwanted. But here I am, questioning my worth in the eyes of the man who once made me feel like the most cherished person in the world.

I remember the way he used to touch me, the way his eyes would light up when I walked into the room. Now, there’s no warmth, no spark—just routine. Conversations are brief and transactional, filled with the necessary exchanges of daily life but missing the laughter, the affection, the connection. I try to engage him, to get his attention, but his responses feel forced, as if he’s just going through the motions.

I’ve started blaming myself, searching for reasons why he’s pulled away. Have I changed? Have I lost the qualities that once captivated him? I look in the mirror longer than I used to, analyzing every line on my face, every imperfection, wondering if I’ve simply become unremarkable to him.

The hardest part is that I still love him. I still crave his presence, his touch, his reassurance. But the more I reach for him, the further away he seems to drift. And with each passing day, I feel myself fading—not just from his heart, but from the woman I used to be before I started doubting my own worth.