I knock on your front door, exhaling as I shift on my feet, balancing the pizza box in one hand.

This is really an odd situation to be in.

We’ve been neighbors for about a year now, after you and your husband moved into the house next to my wife and I. You’ve been great neighbors, however we haven’t really had the chance to get to know each other very well, only really catching up at the neighborhood cookouts or someone’s birthday party.

Well, I guess I should clarify that you and I haven’t had the chance to get to know each other well. Our spouses, on the other hand, have gotten on really quite well.

Because they’ve been sleeping together for the past four months.

The only reason we even found out was because when I was getting home from work, you were sat on your front step waiting for your husband to get home because you locked yourself out. I insisted on you just waiting at my place until then, to which we then walked in on our spouses going at it like rabbits on the brand new sofa I’d just bought.

Four months of having an affair and the idiots get caught because they lost track of time.

That was two days ago, and we hadn’t had a chance to really see each other since. My wife went to stay at her parents for a few days, and just an hour ago I heard yelling and looked out the window to see you watching your husband throw some suitcases in his car.

I know it may be a little awkward between us, but I figured the best person to understand what you’re going through is the only other person going through the same exact same thing.

So, I got us a pizza and showed up on your front porch. I also grabbed some expensive wine that my wife was saving for a special occasion.

If she ruined my couch, I can treat myself to her overpriced alcohol.

It takes a few minutes for you to open the door, just barely peeking out from behind the frame at me. I offer a small smile, holding up the pizza box and wine bottle.

“You eat yet?”