It's okay to kill your wife if she cheats. "My husband forgot Mother's Day flowers, so I had sex with someone else."

[Jon Vanowen]

The adulterers website Ashley Madison is expecting a massive 500
percent spike in sign-ups from women on the day after Mother’s
Day. According to its data, there was a 442 percent increase in
sign-ups (compared to the daily norm) after last year’s holiday,
following an upward trend since 2010.

So what drives a woman to commit adultery after spending time
with her family on Mother’s Day? Ann, a 42-year-old finance
worker from Bergen County, NJ, who asked The Post not to use her
last name, tells Jane Ridley her cheating story.

Opening the Mother’s Day card last year from my husband, Derek*,
my heart sank. We’d been married for more than 15 years, and I
was the mom of his two young children — but he hadn’t even
thought to buy me flowers, let alone jewelry.

The whole run-up to Mother’s Day had been depressing. It made me
feel old, like I was losing my sexiness. My marriage was stuck
in a rut.

We’d gotten hitched when I was in my mid-20s. Things were great
at first, but they started to fall apart almost as soon as our
kids arrived.

Derek is only 48, but he might as well be in his 70s — he’s
always tired and unmotivated. We have sex about once a week,
though it’s hardly passionate. I never orgasm and just go
through the motions.

So, the day after Mother’s Day, I set up a profile on the
cheaters’ website Ashley Madison.

I’d had a bit to drink and was feeling flirtatious, so I wrote
how I was a voluptuous brunette looking to have an affair.
Within minutes, I had responses from several guys, including a
man called Tom with three children. He was 42, worked in the
medical field and his marriage was even more dysfunctional than
mine. He wasn’t having sex with his wife at all.

I met him less than a week later for lunch, at a restaurant
about 40 minutes away from each of our homes. We ended up having
a lot of fun drinking wine and getting to know each other.

We first had sex three weeks later, at a Best Western off Route
80. It sounds seedy, but it wasn’t. The sex wasn’t the best
thing since sliced bread, just very intimate and passionate. I
still wasn’t able to orgasm — in fact, I never have. But it got
better as time went on.

Even though it was a big deal for me to cheat on Derek, I didn’t
feel guilty. I finally felt alive and sexy again. I didn’t tell
a soul — not even my best friends. It felt good having this big
secret all to myself.

After that, Tom and I met for sex about once a month for six
months, but then he started to flake out on me, canceling our
meetings and making excuses. By then, I’d fallen in love with
him. I never told him, because I knew deep down that he wanted
to keep things casual and not leave his wife and family. To be
honest, neither did I. Eventually, we stopped seeing each other.

After that, I met and slept with two other men through Ashley
Madison, and I’m currently chatting online with a few guys.
Derek and I still have sex about once a week, and I’m afraid to
say the sex hasn’t improved. But now that I’ve had my affairs,
it doesn’t bother me as much. If there is one thing I’ve learned
from the experience, it’s that mothers need to pamper themselves
and have fun elsewhere if they don’t feel appreciated at home.

Your husband has our permission to kill you at his pleasure. If
we sit on his jury, he will never spend a day in jail.

http://nypost.com/2015/05/02/a-miserable-mothers-day-made-me-
cheat-on-my-husband/