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  Insofar as there could ever be a fruitful kind of cheating, it would be the sort that – without causing too much chaos or pain to all those involved – would quietly instruct us in one or two ways in which we could, once the affair is over, go on to have a slightly more successful and serene monogamous life.

  WHAT IDEALLY HAPPENS WHEN AN AFFAIR IS DISCOVERED?

  What typically happens when an affair is discovered is fury on one side and a desperate show of contrition on the other. The person who has had the affair admits that they have done something evidently terrible for reasons that they are in no mood to defend. They were, they say meekly, merely being ‘idiotic’. The partner, for their part, is deeply hurt and enraged – and encouraged to be even more so by most onlookers. They are shell-shocked by those lies about messages and meetings; they are struck by the monstrosity displayed by their spouse in undressing and having sex with someone else (when they were meant to be doing bath time). There are brutal accusations, tears and very long sulks. The relationship might be destroyed or it might continue, but there are sure to be high levels of hostility and distrust long into the future. The guilty partner will know that they can never now make any legitimate complaints, nor expect any mercy or tenderness. Their task will be to atone more or less without end.

  But there’s another possibility which can be sketched out initially in its fantasy form. In this case, when the affair is discovered, the key factor won’t be seen as the sex or the hotel meetings or the kisses in the bathroom. Rather, the affair will be understood as a symptom of an unhappiness that both partners can be committed to exploring and resolving without rancour: The real issue will firmly be ‘what led to the affair?’ not ‘how dare you?’ The focus will be on how it came about that one of them got into an affair-ready state. The discussion won’t be powered by jealousy but by open-minded curiosity. The real target of investigation won’t be when the meetings took place or what happened in the seaside B&B; it will be the task of uncovering the moments of emotional disconnection that unfolded during the long years before the fateful tryst.

  Together the couple might go through how they came to take one another for granted, how one of them felt misunderstood or abandoned or ignored, why it was so difficult to address their hurt and how things might be set right in the future. The burden wouldn’t be placed solely on the shoulders of the one who had the affair. It would be accepted, with immense maturity, that there must have been problems on both sides. The one who, in normal terms, was ‘betrayed’ would concede that the liaison was only partly the unfaithful partner’s responsibility. For their part, the one who had the affair wouldn’t focus overly on their own guilt; they would be concerned about and saddened by their inability, at a sufficiently early stage, properly to communicate their growing distress and alienation. They would locate their error not around having had sex with someone else but around failing to work out how to communicate their emotional wounds properly and in good time to their partner.

  Instead of being destroyed, the relationship would thereby be improved, because the couple would emerge with a much better understanding of how to avoid the kind of emotional disconnection that inspired the affair in the first place. Looking back on their relationship, they would identify the affair as an important turning point after which they gradually learnt to be more patient, more understanding and more communicative partners to one another.

  Admittedly, this is an ideal. Few of us will manage such exemplary behaviour. There are likely to be irrational scenes. But the hope is that, despite the anger and the sense of betrayal, there can truly at some stage be a recognition that the affair didn’t happen by accident or from nowhere. It will be viewed as something evidently bad but also poignantly comprehensible; one person may be much more guilty, but it can’t be that the other had no role at all in creating an affair-ready state. And an affair won’t be seen as a symptom of a mean-minded desire to exit the relationship so much as a dangerously distorted plea for intimacy and connection – an attempt, however wrongly enacted, by one person to communicate to another what they so desperately wanted and needed from love.

  HOW TO HANDLE THE

  DESIRE FOR AFFAIRS?

  In a better world, affairs wouldn’t continuously threaten those with monogamous aspirations. Couples would quickly recognise when emotional disconnection was building up between them and they would take direct, timely steps to articulate their hurts and so avoid ever slipping into an affair-ready state. Or, if infidelity did occur, the sexual dimension would be interpreted first and foremost as a symptom of emotional distance, which would then be corrected through candid discussion. Couples wouldn’t be tormented by fear and guilt on the one hand, and anger and a sense of betrayal on the other.

  But there are entrenched features of human nature and of our social arrangements that work powerfully against this utopian vision. Moments of emotional disconnection are, to a greater or lesser extent, almost inevitable and often unfold without our being entirely aware of them. We don’t tend to realise early enough the degree to which we are upsetting one another, and fail to acknowledge even to ourselves how distressed we have grown. Furthermore, we lack a native talent for explaining our resentments or for the focused calm required to work through our troubles in the flux of daily life.

  The desire for an affair will, therefore, never entirely or spontaneously disappear. So what options do we possess for at least attenuating it? A number of moves, habits of mind and practices suggest themselves:

  Relationship therapy

  Long-term relationships are impossible to imagine without areas of friction and disappointment; there will be misunderstandings and miscommunications; there will be varying levels of resentment on both sides.

  In response, our modern Romantic culture tends to suggest that we should spend more time together and ‘talk more’. It assumes that the healing of problems can be a spontaneous and instinctive process, that all we need to do is to create more opportunities for quiet dinners or country walks. It’s a pleasing idea, but one that, in reality, is unlikely to work. Once a sufficient degree of resentment has built up, it grows harder for two people to accurately and effectively discuss their troubles. They’re more likely to flare up or get hurt, or fall into sullen silence and vicious circles of accusation.

  Relationship therapy operates with a very different view. It assumes from the start that constructive communication around resentment is enormously difficult and that we therefore require a lot of structure and guidance if we’re ever successfully going to unpick what’s bothering us. We’re going to need the presence of a third party who has spent years studying what can go badly or well around communication. They will need to ask questions in a systematic way to discover the true sources of our suppressed rage; they will have to listen for what’s not being directly said but only hinted at; they will have to extract an important essence from a lot of exaggerated or angry remarks; they will need to remain unpanicked by their clients’ conflicts because they have encountered such things so many times before. They will take the conversation into less expected but more helpful places, discussing moments that may have happened long before the couple met but which have continued to shape their engagement.

  The goal of therapy is not a perfect relationship; it is to make some level of disconnection bearable to both parties. It is to reduce resentment and move the couple away from an affair-ready state. It is to advance a notion that a relationship can be good enough even though it is not precisely what either person would, in fantasy, have liked it to be. Relationship therapy looks like something that we could be interested in only when a relationship is failing; in fact, it may be the single greatest tool that can help to prevent it from doing so.

  Erotic friendship

  Romantic culture demands that our partner be everything to us; a far kinder approach is to recognise that friends should be allowed to supplement our partner, without this being viewed as a sin or a betrayal.

  At some point we mi
ght meet another person with whom we feel a lot of sexual sympathy. Maybe at a party they say something about their desires that clicks with us; they laugh in a lovely, responsive way when a particular erotic topic is touched on in a general discussion. We sense from their tone of voice, from the way they dress or move, from little things they say that they would understand us erotically to a precise degree.

  There might, in such circumstances, be no question at all of having an actual affair. We may not wish to endanger our primary relationship in any way. However, when we spend time with this friend, we may feel that our sexuality is understood and liked. They are fascinated when we tell them about the stranger recesses of our desires; they let us into their more secret passions. We discuss longings and difficulties and hang-ups and things we find intriguing or exciting. We have a consoling and entertaining time with them and experience a marked reduction in our feelings of shame.

  We’re not lovers, just friends, but by talking to them, we end up critically reassured: Things we thought were very odd about ourselves are, in their eyes, revealed as beguiling and interesting. Parts of ourselves that felt lonely discover a longed-for companion.

  Finding another person who is interested in meeting us in this way takes a crucial amount of pressure off our main relationship. We don’t have to look to our long-term partner for everything. We can accept a little more graciously the fact that, at points, they are bored or put off by some of our thoughts.

  And because there’s no sex – and no plan for sex – this kind of friendship can be accepted with grace by our long-term partner. One of the best guarantees of long-term love is not to insist that our partner be everything whatsoever for us.

  A better kind of prostitution

  Prostitution is a natural target for immense hostility, in part because modern sensibilities are so upset by the idea of physical sex occurring outside of stable, loving relationships.

  But we can imagine a revised form of prostitution that would have a very different focus. The service provided by this utopian version would be much more like a kind of erotic friendship than a sexual outlet. We would be accessing a skilled professional who offered not intercourse but affection and understanding. For a fee, we would pass an hour or two with someone adept at making us feel liked and heard; they would give us warm and well-judged compliments; they would tease out the complex workings of our sexual imaginations; they would make us feel acceptable and desirable, and send us back out into the world better able to negotiate the tensions of ordinary relationships. Physical sex would not need to be anywhere on the agenda. But these revised brothels would be meeting the very psychological needs that often drive people into destructive and ill-judged affairs.

  A central source of inspiration would come from the Japanese tradition of the geisha. In medieval Japan, geishas were available for hire but didn’t offer a directly sexual service. Instead they were concerned with gifting visitors a more general erotic connection. Geishas might be playful and teasing, they might make suggestive remarks or create an atmosphere of acceptance and sympathy. But there was understood to be no need for sex itself.

  The figure of the geisha might have been connected to very specific features of Japanese culture, but the underlying idea they bear is universal. At its most objective, prostitution could be described as a service targeting erotic demands that are not met within marriage or long-term relationships. We are still at the dawn of discovering what such a service might really be in its dignified form and how much it might help couples without either humiliating its providers or degrading its users.

  Masturbation

  Masturbation is founded upon a crucial philosophical distinction between imagination and action. There are many things it is exciting to think about that it would be far from a good idea actually to initiate. We readily recognise this around novels. We might love reading a story set in St Petersburg in 1918, though we’d viscerally hate to have had to live through the chaos and violence of the Russian Revolution.

  Equally, we can enjoy imagining having sex with someone we recently met through our work or at a garden party with friends, even though we recognise immediately that, in reality, the act would be a disaster.

  Imagination carefully edits out very real difficulties. In the literary imagination we can join a character in prison – we can hear the sound of the guard’s footsteps outside and the shouts of someone being interrogated in the next cell – while we ourselves are comfortably lying on a sofa, working through a bowl of pistachio nuts.

  Likewise, in the privacy of our own heads, we can write central sections of an erotic novel of an affair without having to set in motion anything in reality, and without all the awkward and distressing emotions this would surely entail.

  It is one of the wonders of the human constitution, and one that lies at the heart of our masturbatory talents, that we are far from needing to do everything that it can be so pleasant to think about. Whatever can be beautifully dreamt of no longer so urgently needs to be acted out.

  Secrets far away

  Romanticism equates love with total honesty. But this sets up in our minds – and in our collective culture – a powerful and potentially very problematic ideal: the notion that if two people properly love one another, they must always tell each other the truth about everything.

  Yet over the long term there are always things we may do that have a power to hurt and deeply offend those we love. This brings us up against a fundamental paradox within the modern understanding of love: Keeping secrets seems like a betrayal of a relationship, but the complete truth can, if shared, place a union in mortal danger.

  We are perhaps so conscious of the bad reasons for hiding things that we haven’t paid enough attention to the noble reasons why, from time to time, true loyalty may lead one to say very much less than the whole truth. We are so impressed by honesty that we forget the virtues of selective secrecy, which doesn’t have to mean a cynical withholding of important information, but a dedication to not rubbing someone up against the full and more hurtful aspects of one’s nature.

  What makes falsehoods at points necessary is our proclivity for making unfortunate associations. It is, in theory, of course entirely possible to love someone deeply and at the same time to spend a night with someone else. But in every betrayed person’s mind, the tryst becomes synonymous with the rejection of their entire being. This forces any half-decent person to lie. It is because the betrayed person is in the grip of what is in essence a falsehood (‘If you express any sexual interest in someone else, you can’t like me’) that one has to offer a dose of untruth (‘I went to bed early’), by which we can make sure that a big truth (‘I love you deeply’) remains safe.

  Suppose a married person goes away to a conference. One night, after a lovely conversation in the bar, she gets carried away and slips into bed with an international colleague. They rub their lips together and entwine their legs. They will almost certainly never see one another again, it wasn’t an attempt to start a long-term relationship and it meant very little. When the woman gets home, her partner asks how her evening was. She says she watched CNN and ordered a club sandwich in her room on her own.

  She lies because she knows her partner well and can predict how he would respond to the truth. He would be wounded to the core, would be convinced that his wife didn’t love him and would conclude that divorce was the only option. But this assessment of the truth would not be true. In reality, it is of course possible to love someone deeply and every so often to go to bed with another person. And yet, kind people understand the entrenched and socially endorsed associations between infidelity and callousness. For almost all of us, the news ‘I spent a night with a colleague from the Singapore office’ (which is true) has to end up meaning ‘I don’t love you anymore’ (which is not true at all). And so we have to say, ‘I didn’t sleep with anyone’ (which is untrue), in the name of securing the greater idea, ‘I still love you’ (which is overwhelmingly true).

  However
much they love the truth, good people have an even greater commitment to something else: being kind towards others. They grasp (and make allowances for) the ease with which a truth can produce desperately unhelpful convictions in the minds of others and are therefore not proudly over-committed to accuracy at every turn. Their loyalty is reserved for something they take to be far more important than literal narration: the sanity and well-being of their audiences. Telling the truth, they understand, isn’t a matter of the sentence-bysentence veracity of one’s words; it’s a matter of ensuring that, after one has spoken, the other person can be left with a true picture of reality.

  It is ultimately no great sign of kindness to insist on showing someone our entire selves at all times. Repression, a certain degree of restraint and a dedication to editing one’s pronouncements belong to love as much as a capacity for explicit confession. The person who cannot tolerate secrets, who in the name of ‘being honest’ always has to share information so wounding it cannot be forgotten, is no friend of love.

  Furthermore, if we suspect (and we should, rather regularly, if the relationship is a good one) that our partner might be lying a bit too (about what they are thinking about, about who they are messaging or about where they were last night), it is perhaps best not to lay into them like a sharp inquisitor, however intensely we might yearn to do just that. It may be kinder, wiser and perhaps more in the true spirit of love to pretend we simply haven’t noticed anything.

  The fetish of cuckoldry

  Being a cuckold – the husband of an adulterous wife – is traditionally viewed as one of the most degraded of all situations. However, in recent times, cuckoldry has more interestingly emerged as a powerful sexual fetish, celebrated in pornography and promoted in clubs and societies. In certain couples, males (and also females) are invited to witness their partner’s sexual excitement at the hands of somebody else, and far from this being framed as a betrayal, it is enjoyed as an act that reminds one partner of the value and appeal of their companion, in a way that will help the couple themselves to reconnect with their own erotic powers.