14/04/2025
Confession from my dm and she needs your advice
"I don't know how much more I can take..."
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to bring my marriage problems to the internet. I always judged people who did that figured they just wanted attention or drama. But I get it now. Sometimes you just need to feel like someone, anyone, is listening.
So here it is. Raw. Unfiltered. And maybe a little ugly.
I’ve been married for seven years. We met young, fell fast, and built a life that looked picture-perfect on the outside. We had the wedding, the house, the kids everything people are supposed to want. And for a while, I was happy. Or maybe I just convinced myself I was.
But something’s changed. Or maybe it’s been changing slowly for years and I just didn’t want to see it.
He barely talks to me anymore. I don’t mean small talk or checking in on dinner I mean real conversations. The kind where you feel seen. I feel invisible in my own home. I could be crying on the couch or laughing at my phone and it wouldn’t make a difference. He’s there, physically… but emotionally? He checked out a long time ago.
We sleep in the same bed, but it might as well be two separate lives. He doesn’t touch me not even accidental brushes anymore. No more good morning kisses. No more “how was your day.” Sometimes I wonder if he even likes me, let alone loves me.
And yes, I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried. I’ve asked him what’s wrong. I’ve suggested counseling. I’ve cried in front of him, begged for connection. But he just shrugs. Or says he’s “tired.” Or worse acts like I’m the problem for being so emotional.
I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m slowly disappearing in a marriage that used to feel like home. And the worst part? I don’t even know if he wants to fix it. Or if he’s just waiting for me to be the one who walks away so he doesn’t have to be the bad guy.
We have a daughter. She’s six. She still sees us as this happy little family, and I’m trying to protect that illusion for her as long as I can. But I’m scared she’s going to grow up thinking this is what love looks like. Silence. Tension. Loneliness in a shared space.
I don't want to give up. But I don't want to spend the next ten years slowly dying inside either.
So I’m asking honestly from anyone who's been through something like this…
What do you do when love isn't enough anymore?
Do you stay and fight, even when you’re the only one swinging?
Or do you walk away before you lose yourself completely?
Please, don’t judge. I’m not perfect. I know I’ve made mistakes, too. But right now, I just need real advice. Because I don’t know how much more of this slow, quiet heartbreak I can take.
