I never wanted to marry my husband. I don’t even know why I did. I remember waking up on my wedding day, getting into the shower, and thinking that it wasn’t too late to back out. I went through with it though. Now, nearly three years later. we are both so unhappy. He sinks into his video games and I am fooling around with a guy at work. I feel so guilty about it, but at the same time I don’t care. He knows and constantly cries. The guy I am with is almost everything I would ever want in a guy, and my husband is the opposite. I hate hurting my husband, that is what got me into this marriage. Now I am with an amazing guy with a giant ball and chain attached to my ring finger. Something is wrong with me to not be remorseful for defiling my marriage bed and knowingly hurting my husband.