DEAR ANNIE: I’m still bothered by memories that are over 20 years old. I mostly just want to know the truth of this situation. Here is the incredible and unlikely story that I have shared with no one. My wife and I became good friends with a Catholic priest whom we both respected. We would occasionally invite him over for a meal at our house and shared good times for a couple of years. We all got to know each other well. The more we got together, the more I could tell my wife was becoming more and more infatuated with the good-looking priest. Let’s just say the look in her eyes told the entire…