Fed Up Husband

I knew my wife had been under a lot of stress at work. I didn't snap back when she was a bitch to me. I didn't gripe about her being distracted at home checking her phone all the time for work (at least presumably). And I didn't complain about the fact that our sex life was non-existent. I constantly made advances, only to get a laugh or rebuffed or told it wasn't a good time. To get through the dry spells I just read stories, watched porn, and role played a little with some like minded individuals on Kik.

I thought for certain our anniversary would help. A nice date, reviving memories of the wedding night and fucking like rabbits on our honeymoon... I figured that would have to end this particularly long dry spell that spanned months. But our anniversary disappointed. Through the dinner she checked her phone, she wasn't in the mood when we got home, and I held out hope that someone that weekend she would remember we were still a couple. But Monday came and she left on a week long business trip, not even seeming to realize how far we've fallen.

Now I'm waking up Monday morning to the empty bed, fed up with being ignored. I'm not going to be miserable any more. I realize the decision I'm making. I'm not going to be faithful anymore. I'm going to fuck every chance I get and I'm going to enjoy it without guilt. What this means beyond that I will have to see later. But for now the question is: