That much seems fair to me. Does it not?

Animals. Are there not animals that are monogamous? I once watched a whole program about certain animals that were monogamous, oddly, most of them living in Greenland for some reason. Maybe it is underpopulated and there isn’t much temptation, or Lo! Maybe, just maybe, these gulls or cliff swallows or penguins etc are actually just happy being with each other and the one they are with and at least, the film I saw, even after one of the birds had died, the other bird remained monogamous for the rest of its natural life according to their tracking and their notes.

Why make this up? Why create a whole documentary that is bullshit about cliff swallows? So, I have no reason to doubt. I believe it. And if I believe this, then why is it so hard to believe that we too can be totally monogamous? That we can, hey, let’s get really corny, be like Abba and "take a chance on me…" and only me and mean it and Just Say No to some other because, shit, you know and I know that you’ve been down that road before and it just isn’t even worth it or interesting or any of the other things I could say because you already know them. Do what you have to do, but god, think about it first.

I’ve been on both sides. I won’t reiterate. You can read my work here on this topic and at www.tantmieux.squarespace.com and interviews etc. I’ve worked with private detectives on cases; I’ve seen the seediest side. I have tracked down lovers through cellphone bills and unlisted numbers and IP addressees and been given no more than a single cellular number and told to find this person — and I’ve done it. And when they found this person, then they found the spouse. They then knew where to look. I did this for a while to see the underbelly of marriage I suppose and also, to know what I was writing about. How can you write about something without having seen it, been on both sides of the issue, having lived it? What is your authority if not this? I’ve been on both sides, sad to say. Both mistress and wife. I choose both. I choose to be his lover first and his wife second. I choose to be his. I choose this one. I choose him because anyone that would tolerate my epileptic, opinionated, manic and annoying and insomniac totally compulsive germophobic workaholic obsessive self must be close to a saint, albeit not stone, and thank god for that ~~ a person, simple and flawed in all his glory and I love him to death.

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