In the end, I think, "monogamy" really isn't about whether or not you had sex with other people.
It's about whether or not you're there for one another, when the going is easy and when times are hard, whether you honor each other and hold each other, whether you allow each other to be your best selves and forgive each other for failing.
And "fidelity," in the end, has nothing to do with fukcing at all.
Fidelity is birthdays and Christmases and seders and Thanksgivings. It's raises and promotions and celebrations and triumphs. It's setbacks and disappointments and layoffs and firings. It's pets and kids and co-workers and old people, their sicknesses and healths, and each other's. It's the final days of each other's parents and each other's relatives and each other's friends and, then, each other. It's about death...and what comes after...and about somehow making it all make a little more sense.
So in the end, I guess, "being faithful" turns out not to be about sex at all.
It's about giving your word to someone, which is easy to do, and keeping that word, which is hard.
It turns out to be about love.
Updated On: 11/11/10 at 12:44 AM