That’s Latin for “Love conquers all”. I believe it is often true. Often, not always. There are deal breakers that leave no room for love to survive or thrive. You know, physical assault, infidelity, acidic words, warped dispositions; just a few reasons why all bets are off when it comes to the shelf life of certain relationships.

I recently reread a novel that made me think about the things we put up with in the name of love. A couple were deeply in love, blissfully happy and actually soul-mates. BUT. The man regularly paid for sex. Exactly. When he was found out he said it didn’t mean anything, he was just being a bloke and blokes can divorce sex from love, lots of men do it and it doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m like really? REALLY? I have never heard such lame bullshit. Tosser. Clear case of trying to have his cake and eat it too. I mean he was in a long-term relationship but still patronised hookers? Seriously? What a douchebag. Needless to say, his girlfriend gave him his marching orders with immediate effect. I guess some might forgive if he stops, or if they feel the love is worth preserving at all costs. Maybe. I don’t know anybody who’d stay with such a man, though.

Is it possible to be in love with a particular person and still have sex with anyone other than that person? I say no, it is not. I do not understand how one can profess to truly love another yet be able to sleep with a different partner (or partners, as the case may be). The only way it makes sense is if you’re not with the one you love. I mean, what can you really do in such a situation right? Otherwise though, it just doesn’t fly. It’s a question of discipline, monogamy, principles. People can theorise as much as they like and come up with all sorts of creative excuses, but at the end of the day it comes down to one simple fact: once you give your heart to another, you cannot cheapen/abuse that sacred act by spreading yourself around. It’s called making love for a reason, yo.