We have the perfect life, the most amazing marriage, neither of us wanting for more.

Or so I thought.



One night I walked in on my husband saying filthy, vile things all while holding my photo, directing those things at me.



Scared, I fled the room, and he chased me, trying desperately to explain. 'Let me explain,' he begged, and because he's the love of my life and the father of our sons, I listened.



And I learned he has secrets.



Secrets he wasn't ready to share, things I wasn't prepared to hear.



But once it's out there, it can't be taken back. For the sake of our marriage, we dive into the darkness.



A little fear is healthy, right?