For years, I wondered if my husband Sam were a spy.
You know, like in those movies where a spy has to marry a regular person to help build their cover story. True Lies, for example. Sam did many things right, such as proposing, marrying me, fathering our children, and bringing home some bacon, but he was often distracted, preoccupied, and moody. He stayed out of the house a lot, at church events or playing ping pong. LIke a spy.