Welcome to our slash best of editor updates, where a woman destroys a 20-year marriage by cheating.

Our next reddit post is from our slash off my chest. I met a loss as to what to do with my wife's

request. I'm a 54-year-old man and my wife is 51. My wife and I have been married since 2001

and together since 1999. She's the most intelligent, thoughtful, caring, loyal person I know,

and I've always thought of myself as fortunate to have met and married her. Even today,

she's beautiful and men have told her this throughout our marriage. She has always shot them

down. Earlier this year, she was diagnosed with uterine cancer, stage 1, and had a full hysterectomy.

I was never concerned about the cancer. It was diagnosed early, dealt with quickly, and she made

a full recovery. I took time off work to look after her after the surgery and all seemed well.

There were some to be expected emotional instances on her part, and although I'm not an

emotional person, we dealt with them together. After she recovered, she was insistent that we

start living life to the fullest and took a 10-day trip to Europe followed by a trip to Belize.

We also have a trip to the UK and Spain and Portugal later this year. I'm fine with these things,

building memories and crossing bucket list adventures off of her list. I also understand that

these are a result of feeling fragile on her part. She also took up yoga, swimming, and healthy

cooking classes. I was fully on board until last week. Last week, she came home from work and told

me that she wanted a hall pass. A one-time opportunity for her to passionately hug someone else

besides me. She said that since her cancer diagnosis, her outlook on life has changed,

and she doesn't want to be handcuffed from doing things that she wants to do.

She explained that there's a guy at her work that she's always had some attraction to.

He's leaving the company and she'll never see him again, so this is the perfect opportunity

to sleep with someone else. She said that I could say no, of course, but I would be mad and

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