UNRAVELED

I wish that I’d never looked up.

I wish that I’d kept my head down and focused on the ice cubes floating aimlessly in my glass, a mirror reflection of how I felt. Living one day to the next, slowly fading into the surroundings around me, always there, but not necessary. Only acknowledged when I do something wrong rather than the other hundred things I do right.

I wish I had kept to myself, phoned my husband, and pretended to care that he had been called away for a last-minute work emergency on our tenth wedding anniversary getaway when all I felt was indifference. Then I could have wandered...