Apparently, when women don’t get pampered enough by their husbands on Mother’s Day, they go looking elsewhere on Monday morning.
Now, I really kind of think that anyone who is going to sign up for an account on a website designed to facilitate cheating has already checked out of their marriage. Not the day before, but a long time before.
This isn’t about “accidentally” falling for your coworker or slipping back into bed with an old flame. These women are looking for someone to cheat with. The affair is the goal, not the sorry compromise made by a woman caught between two love interests.
It’s fascinating that something about Mother’s Day pushes nearly 30,000 women over the edge. Are we really so beholden to the Hallmark calendar? I expect my husband to treat me about like he does every day, this coming Sunday. Which is pretty damn good. If I didn’t like my everyday relationship with him, I’d leave. I don’t need one or two days a year to be extraordinary.
I also have a particular axe to grind with Mother’s Day. The original purpose of Mother’s Day wasn’t to treat all our moms like queens for a day. It was for women to stage a general strike of domestic labor in protest over an unjust war. I don’t want flowers and chocolates for Mother’s Day. I want world peace and social justice and universal health care and sane work-life balance.
Somehow I doubt my husband will surprise me with any of those things on Sunday morning. But I’ll still love him on Monday.