Doubtful feelings

I lay in our bed filled with cold
The atmosphere between us can be be cut with a butter knife
Our love so brittle is it because the end is near?
Supposed to be so warm and filled with laughter and joy this time of year, 
but instead I lay wondering why you have become so far from me, 
is it because I'm not the one who makes you happy anymore? 
I'm lost in a building that is meant to be home when I really have never felt so alone, 
is this it for us no more you and me? 
I see you swipe away things on your phone but doing it so you think I canny see, 
like msgs on snapchat I wonder who it could be cuz you wouldn't be hiding it if it wasn't a she,
I think our time has nearly ran its course your not happy here with me and our 3,
You are happy when you are not here and talking to others but me, and we sit in silence no other reason if you ask me,
If this is it for us then please just let me be free.