Lately, my husband barely looks at me. It wasn’t always this way—there was a time when his eyes lit up at the sight of me, when he couldn’t wait to be near me, to touch me, to talk to me. But now, it feels like I’m fading into the background of his life, just another piece of furniture in our home.

I try to spark his interest again, wearing the dresses he used to love, cooking his favorite meals, even suggesting we go away for a weekend together. But nothing changes. He stays glued to his phone, lost in work, or watching TV in silence. When I reach for him at night, he shifts away, as if my touch is a burden.

I can’t help but wonder—what changed? Is it me? Have I become less desirable, less interesting? Maybe I’m not worth his time anymore. Maybe he’s found someone else, someone younger, more exciting. The thought gnaws at me, making me question everything about myself.

I miss being wanted, being seen. I don’t need grand gestures, just something—some small sign that I still matter to him. But as each day passes with the same cold distance, I start to wonder if I’m chasing something that no longer exists.

I don’t know what to do anymore. Do I fight for him, for us? Or do I accept the painful truth—that I might be holding onto a love that’s already slipped away?