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Question #122: If you were happily married, and then met someone you felt was certain to always bring you deeply passionate, intoxicating love, would you leave your spouse? What if you had kids?
No.
For one, I'm not the kind of person that cheats (although there's a certain chemistry test and an inky eraser protesting in the back of my mind). I feel nauseated with myself even when I tell tiny lies, especially to those dear to me. Should the chance to have all-consuming consta-love arise, I would think about it, and might even feel guilt for what might've been, but ultimately, I just don't think I have the gumption to betray a spouse to whom I am happily married.
Second, who wants to be in that frenzied love state for a prolonged period anyway? Yeah, it feels really great in the beginning, your heart jumping to your Adam's apple and the feather in your head (as the Free Design put it). But all it is, and forgive me for being cynical, is neurotransmitters telling your body that you need the other person near you, that their touch and presence are like water and air. Research has recently discovered that this drunken love state is indistinguishable physiologically from obsessive compulsive disorder. I wouldn't wish OCD on myself, even OCD of the love/infatuation variety. It would interfere too greatly with my daily activities and personal interactions. I can't have that. Not at all.
And plus, how could you do that to your spouse and kids? Dante's schema has betrayal at the most heinous level of Hades, and were I to beleive in Hell and Satan, I would agree. To have wreaked mayhem and devastation on them, especially the children, is unacceptable in my eyes. Every moral fiber in your body should revolt and scream out to you that it's wrong. And the home-wrecker: (s)he should feel equally rotten and wholly contempible for destroying a family's happiness and stability.
No.
For one, I'm not the kind of person that cheats (although there's a certain chemistry test and an inky eraser protesting in the back of my mind). I feel nauseated with myself even when I tell tiny lies, especially to those dear to me. Should the chance to have all-consuming consta-love arise, I would think about it, and might even feel guilt for what might've been, but ultimately, I just don't think I have the gumption to betray a spouse to whom I am happily married.
Second, who wants to be in that frenzied love state for a prolonged period anyway? Yeah, it feels really great in the beginning, your heart jumping to your Adam's apple and the feather in your head (as the Free Design put it). But all it is, and forgive me for being cynical, is neurotransmitters telling your body that you need the other person near you, that their touch and presence are like water and air. Research has recently discovered that this drunken love state is indistinguishable physiologically from obsessive compulsive disorder. I wouldn't wish OCD on myself, even OCD of the love/infatuation variety. It would interfere too greatly with my daily activities and personal interactions. I can't have that. Not at all.
And plus, how could you do that to your spouse and kids? Dante's schema has betrayal at the most heinous level of Hades, and were I to beleive in Hell and Satan, I would agree. To have wreaked mayhem and devastation on them, especially the children, is unacceptable in my eyes. Every moral fiber in your body should revolt and scream out to you that it's wrong. And the home-wrecker: (s)he should feel equally rotten and wholly contempible for destroying a family's happiness and stability.