I used to lie awake at night wondering if you even saw me anymore. I’d cook, clean, handle the errands, keep our life stitched together

I used to lie awake at night wondering if you even saw me anymore. I’d cook, clean, handle the errands, keep our life stitched together—and it felt like it all just vanished into thin air.

No thanks, no nod, just silence. After a while, silence starts to sound like indifference. I thought maybe we were done. Then one evening, you walked in, looked around, and quietly said, ‘Thank you for keeping this place alive.’ That single sentence made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. Like we still had something worth fighting for. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from forgetting that even love needs words to survive.