Lately it seems infidelity is epidemic, effecting mostly young and middle-aged people, for whom the prospect of love with one person becomes an unbearable deprivation in what we believe to be our one and only chance for happiness. It is an old familiar theme which has played upon the human stage for all its history.
The First Couple Working on Their Relationship
Discovery of such betrayal begets sorrow, rage, more rage, the heaving of fireplace logs, marathon happy hours, and flat-out, wild-eyed insanity. There seems to be no prevention for this sad eventuality; no amount of properly pleasing your mate will deter its delicious compulsion. It is what it is: a covert, magnetic slam-a-thon of fatal attraction, one which can only change everything and everyone in its wake.
The Heaving of Something Heavy Brings Temporary Relief
The Symptoms
1. Noticeable in the routine of a cheater is the sudden attention to self-improvement: wardrobe upgrades, weight loss, buff-up workout sessions, and careful grooming. The extra toothbrush and mouthwash in the car glove compartment are little red flags. Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes.
2, Looking you in the eye becomes a constant avoidance.
3. Suddenly your mate finds fault with your every word and deed, also known as justification for any marital straying.
4. Your spouse becomes an Olympic prevaricator, lying about inconsequential matters, presumably for the practice.
I was kidding about the poison list, we all die soon enough. I am reminded of the woman who tried to kill her cheating husband with cholesterol. Can't you just imagine her: "Here Honey, here's a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich and I didn't hold the mayo either. Obviously they stayed together because they wrote a book about their ordeal. Some folks last the trip through the wandering-eye years. I only know I'm glad not to be young anymore.
Love Endures All Things (But if I were him, I wouldn't eat her cooking)
