Is cheating always a bad thing?

It’s been a long time since I made a mistake. Spelling errors, of course. Excessive expenses, maybe. Ghost friends for a week, absolutely. But real mistakes? Tangible errors, potentially that change life? None. Not since I was 21 years old and I left a diploma in veterinary medicine to move to New York with a thousand dollars in the bank.

Now that I am at dawn of the 30 years, I found myself looking back in the last decade and trying to extract a kind of lesson in life. And along the way, I realized that the last seven years have been a process of slowly slowing down the potential to make mistakes. Today I can cook. I have a car (very shit). I hang up my clothes. I no longer spend the nights to ricochet between the connections, the tractor of the disease to get out of the fans of Shakespeare of my friend or maximize my discovery.

It is largely well. It is too anxious to exist in a network of white lies (believe me), and wait until the text message of the test sti falls every Monday did nothing for my habit of smoking. But a little of me is missing the feeling of F * cking and learning something in the process.

What brings me to the question: is cheating always bad? In a recent conversation with a very wise and very chic, very chic friend, on a Martini, we were able to discuss a new phase that I entered my relationship: something popularly called “ethical non-monoggy”. My friend, who was the cheating and cheating in many marriages, made fun of. “Why should he be ethical? What has happened to hide in the wardrobe, necklaces stained with lipstick, out of breath in the darkest part of the restaurant? It worked for centuries.”

It would be easy to explain your point, quoting many famous love doctors or gender guru – or even season three of Sex and cityAnd that Lunch between Carrie and Natasha. Everything in our culture indicates the idea that cheating is bad.

And most of them agree. I agree that we should try to be as honest as possible. But the more I thought of the scandalous opinion of my friend, the more I realized that I agree with. Now, for the record, I have never cheated. I was however deceived twice, and by two people, I was very, very in love. But no time, the cheating ended up ending the relationship. You see, I grew up with the deeply naive opinion that cheating must have always equaled the spill. But according to my experience, cheating in the two scenarios has actually led the two relationships to places of more nuances, more equity, and perhaps the most important, a place where desires could be discussed more freely.