Why am I the only one trying to save us?
I’m so tired. I really am. I keep showing up, planning little things — a quiet dinner, a drive to the coast, even praying together like we used to — but she just… watches TV or scrolls her phone. We’ve been married two years, and it feels like I’ve been fighting alone since year one. Look, I know I can be intense, but isn’t it normal to want to feel wanted? Sometimes I wonder if she even likes me anymore, let alone desires me. We barely touch. And when I try to talk, she says, 'I’m fine,' with that flat voice, like I’m being dramatic for wanting us to be close. My family keeps asking when we’ll start trying for kids, and I can’t even look them in the eye. I love her. I do. But I feel like I’m begging for scraps. I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Walking away feels like failure — to her, to my family, to everything I was raised to believe marriage should be. But staying? This is destroying my soul.