Goodnight. That's what I said to Jim, my innocent husband. He loved me so much, we had been married a year. I resembled his mom in appearance, I noticed this the first time I met her. She wasn't much on housework and I loved keeping my little apartment spotless, homely. Jim couldn't get enough of me and overlooked my flirting, drinking, strange absences during our dating years as he was busy saving money for our future.

After I drove off in my red sports car after waving to Jim, I met up with Dan. If you saw him you'd wonder if I was only having sex with him because of his money. He did look odd. Bandy legs, small neck, misshapen head, extra long arms.

No, the reason I cheated was because of two things. Fulfilling conversation and sex. He really knew what to do for a girl.

Jim was so boring, insecure, anxious that making love with him was unpleasant. I felt lonely in a couple, he only ever talked about sports even though I hated it.

Dan made me feel whole, wanted, womanly, accepted, beautiful.

I did not even feel guilty anymore.