When we first start dating as teenagers, it’s easy to be monogamous. Most of our relationships only last about a week. Even for a teenager it’s not hard to keep from lip locking with someone different over a seven day period. By the time we’re in our 20s we’re looking for someone to spend time with. The problem is most people that young are still experiencing life, and haven’t really decided who they are yet let alone who they want to spend the rest of their lives with. By the time we’re in our 30s most people know who they are and what they want out of life and are ready to settle down. However if you’re in your 40s and married, and still fooling around then you either need a new relationship, or you need to grow the hell up.
Some of the conversations I’ve had with married people over the decades are so ridiculous that they bordered on absurdity. It’s crazy how many times I heard guys say “I don’t know why it didn’t work out. She just left.” Well…I’ve only known you for a year and you’ve slept with like 30 different women. Perhaps that’s why?
I’m not saying I was an angel by any stretch, but I at least tried to be honest with my partners and myself and had no illusions about the relationships I entered. I can say that the result of watching these train wreck relationships wound me in such a protective cocoon it’s no wonder I waited so long to make a complete commitment to another individual.
I absolutely adore my wife. She’s the daughter of an iron worker, and a personal injury attorney who likes to run marathons. At the same time she’s tough as nails and one of the most vulnerable people I know. I’ve seen her be the most gentle person imaginable, and then eviscerate opposing counsel. It doesn’t even cross my mind to be with anyone else. It’s not only because I find her sexy and alluring, it’s that I can’t imagine the hurt and devastation I would see on her face if I betrayed her. It has nothing to do with the visions of my testicles splayed out on the living room floor.
Rex