My marriage limped along for about four months like a three legged dog trying to chase a Ferrari, before we both mutually gave up.

I was consumed with anger for her adultery and guilt for my reaction. She had all kinds of emotions. I came home from a hunt to find her gone, with a note on the kitchen table.

"Sammy,

I'm sorry. I can't live like this anymore. Even if you still love me, you'll never trust me again. And I hope I'm wrong, but I have the feeling you're the one that shot us.

I called my old company in Oregon, and they have a position for me....