It wasn't fair. Jon had encouraged my art, told me we didn't need much to live on and when he passed the bar he'd be making enough to live happily ever after.
So I painted. I've had shows in New York and Boston and here in Atlanta. Sold a few pieces to people other than friends.
"We should buy a house," he'd said.
"I like the city."
"Now's the time to buy. Maybe if you could get a job."
"Well you majored in marketing and design..."
"And so I'm painting," I said.