This is not to excuse liars. Lying is a violence. But it is to ask: If you are looking elsewhere, what is missing at home? And why are you too afraid to say it out loud? To be unfaithful is to be a coward. But to be human is to be complicated. We are messy archives of unmet needs and forgotten dreams. The affair is rarely the disease; it is a symptom of a rot that started long before the first stolen kiss.
The common thread is rarely sex. It is erasure .
Why we break the promise before we leave the door. By Emily Cross
This is not to excuse liars. Lying is a violence. But it is to ask: If you are looking elsewhere, what is missing at home? And why are you too afraid to say it out loud? To be unfaithful is to be a coward. But to be human is to be complicated. We are messy archives of unmet needs and forgotten dreams. The affair is rarely the disease; it is a symptom of a rot that started long before the first stolen kiss.
The common thread is rarely sex. It is erasure .
Why we break the promise before we leave the door. By Emily Cross
