Admitting you’re married to me does not earn you brownie points. It does not endear you to me me in anyway shape or form. It does not make my knickers pound with the excitement of forbidden passion.
It makes me rage.
And it makes me feel sorry for your wife.
Oh, and me noting how honest you were wasn’t my way of offering you a compliment.
As a single woman this is my advice to you:
If you’re that miserable in your relationship and you can’t (or don’t want to) make it work then find your fucking balls and leave.
Leave before you fuck up a whole bunch of peoples lives for the sake of you wanting fun and excitement.