The Roughest Draft

by Emily Wibberley

I learned sometimes relationships don’t die. They just don’t grow. Kept from sunlight, from nourishment, they never flourish. Nothing is different today from how Chris’s and my relationship has been for years. He was an easy presence in my life, someone who gave me the appearance of contentment. A walking résumé for a husband. He was successful, handsome, and smart. He was involved in my career—which wasn’t hard since he was my agent. Above all, I knew he would never leave me.