My Husband Is No Longer Attracted To Me
Okay, let’s talk about it. That little whisper that sometimes creeps into your mind, or maybe it’s more of a shout that you try to ignore. You know the one. The one that suggests… well, that your husband might be finding the remote control more alluring than you these days. It’s a fun thought, isn’t it? A real party starter.
Let’s be honest, we’ve all been there. Or, if you haven’t, congratulations! You can stop reading now and go bask in your unicorn glow. For the rest of us mere mortals, there are days when you catch your husband’s eye, and instead of a spark, you get a polite nod. Like you’re a particularly well-behaved houseplant. A thriving, perhaps slightly overgrown, houseplant.
It’s not about being unattractive. Oh no. It’s about the sheer, overwhelming predictability of it all. We’re like a comfortable pair of slippers. Useful, essential even, but not exactly setting anyone’s world on fire with their daring fashion sense. We’re the reliable, the steady, the “where did I put my keys?” kind of presence. And that, my friends, is a powerful force. A force that can sometimes blend into the wallpaper.
I’ve started to embrace it, though. This whole “less sizzle, more stew” phase. Because frankly, who has the energy for constant sizzle? Sizzle requires effort. It requires knowing what’s currently trending in the world of attractive people. It requires remembering to shave above the knee. It’s exhausting! I’d rather be making stew. Hearty, comforting stew. With dumplings.
And the funny thing is, sometimes the lack of overt attraction is… liberating. Think about it. No pressure to perform. No need to constantly be on your game. You can rock those sweatpants with the mysterious stain for the third day in a row. You can indulge in that second (or third) cookie without a second thought. Your husband is too busy contemplating the existential crisis of a dust bunny under the sofa to notice if your hair is doing that weird thing it does.
I’ve developed a whole new appreciation for the little things. Like when he does look up from his phone and actually sees me. It’s like a surprise bonus round. Or when he remembers my coffee order. These are the Olympic gold medals of our relationship now. Forget romance; give me a perfectly brewed latte.
And let’s not forget the comedic value. The sheer absurdity of it all. My husband, a man who once declared he’d “follow me to the ends of the earth,” now struggles to follow me to the kitchen for a glass of water without getting distracted by a squirrel outside. It’s a plot twist worthy of a Netflix special. I’m thinking of titling it “The Case of the Wandering Gaze.”
Perhaps, in a strange way, this is the ultimate form of comfort. When your husband doesn’t feel the need to impress you, or for you to impress him, it means you’ve reached a level of… well, of being so damn familiar that it’s practically a physical law. You are as predictable as gravity. And while gravity might not be sexy, it’s pretty darn essential.
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I’ve also started to suspect that my husband’s attraction has simply evolved. It’s not about the fluttery, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of attraction anymore. It’s more of a… comfortable hum. Like the refrigerator. You don’t actively think about the refrigerator, but you’d notice if it stopped. And that, my friends, is a level of appreciation we can all strive for. The “I’d notice if you stopped” kind of appreciation.
So, I’m here to champion the unpopular opinion. The opinion that says it’s okay. It’s more than okay, it’s… normal. This quiet phase. This “we know each other’s flaws and love them anyway (or at least tolerate them with a sigh)” phase. It’s a testament to longevity. A badge of honor, really. It means you’ve survived. You’ve thrived. You’ve become a fixture. A beloved, slightly dusty, fixture.
And who knows, maybe one day, he’ll look up from his phone, see me in my stained sweatpants, and something will spark. Maybe it’ll be a memory. Maybe it’ll be the smell of the stew I’m making. Or maybe, just maybe, he’ll realize that this comfortable, predictable, slightly-less-than-sizzling woman is, in her own way, still pretty darn amazing. Until then, I’ll be over here, perfecting my stew recipe. And perhaps contemplating the existential crisis of that dust bunny myself.
It’s a journey, this married life. A messy, hilarious, sometimes confusing, but always interesting journey. And if your husband’s gaze is currently more focused on the sports channel than your fabulous new haircut, well, you’re in good company. We’re all just trying to navigate the uncharted waters of comfortable companionship. And maybe find a good pair of slippers along the way.
The truth is, attraction isn’t a constant flame. It flickers. It changes. It morphs into something else entirely. And sometimes, that something else is just as valuable. It’s the quiet knowing. The shared history. The understanding that even when the sizzle fades, the warmth remains. And for many of us, that warmth is more than enough. It’s the foundation. It’s home. And sometimes, that’s the most attractive thing of all.