Don’t know what to do.

Sierra

My husband and I are in the season of quiet car rides. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch. His phone sees his face more than I do. Our conversations are short and empty. A kiss and hug goodbye is about as physical as we get these days. He sleeps on the couch and I’m alone in our bed. He won’t open up about what’s bothering him. We’re more roommates than husband and wife. No connection. No warmth. I just want US back.