I thought I knew my wife Cynthia pretty well; least until the night that I came home very unexpectedly and saw her in our bed with our next door neighbor. From my position at the edge of the patio in the darkness of our backyard I was well hidden as I watched them. I fought through a huge flood of deep emotions from what I was seeing and surprisingly I was forced to faced a lot about myself, my wife, and our marriage. It was obvious that Cynthia and I needed to talk and make some important...