This is a mostly ridiculous piece of filler tripe that panders to the free love narrative.
“It’s all good as long as you come home at night…at some point.”
This is crap.
Relationships are usually tugs of wars that, in the end, are far more fulfilling than they are anything else.
This is a good thing.
People who get bored with their spouses and decide that the best remedy is an affair are digressing back to the model of eroticism being the pinnacle of sexual achievement.
It is not anymore than a bump of heroin is the pinnacle of responsible decision making while in the throes of a depressive episode.
Men who take lovers – and vice versa – are escaping the hard work of relationship building, and they do take work like anything else worthwhile in life.
Short cuts always implode no matter how good the sex happened to be.
And while that memory may awaken something in an otherwise dormant relationship, it’s just the fantasy talking.
No one is better in bed, just more enthusiastic courtesy of a fleeting encounter.
And if anyone thinks their significant other doesn’t question the sudden change in mood, they’re delusional.
In short, affairs do nothing but bleed the life out of relationships no matter what your dick has to say about it.