Suddenly, I felt a blanket of sadness come over me. I hadn't realized how unhappy my wife had been sexually. All these years she had stood by me, never complaining about my sexual performance or non-performance I should say. I then realized what I must have put her through. She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve a husband who couldn't perform sexually or please her. It was then that I realized that I loved my wife more than anything in the world. I loved her because she had demonstrated how much she had loved me and how loyal she was to me. She stuck to her vow of "And in sickness and in health", which was why I came to the conclusion at that particular moment that she deserved to break the fidelity vow. She could have broken it a long time ago, but she didn't. She stuck true to her guns. I respected her for that. I loved her deeply for that. I realized what a lucky man I was. And then at that moment, any jealousy or hurt I may have been feeling, suddenly all went away. I had come to terms that my wife's happiness was the only that would matter to me from now on. I would always make sure she was happy and satisfied. If she had to have Mark every night of the week, I would do whatever it took to make sure she was happy and fulfilled, even if that meant finding men for you to play with.