He says monogamy isn’t in his blood.
That men are born to wander, explore, to try new things.
But I’ve seen him.
I’ve seen how he stays loyal to a sports team that hasn’t won in years
how his face still lights up every season as if this might be the one.
I’ve watched him defend his favourite car brand
even when the engine betrays him,
and how he sticks to one barber,
one friend,
one route home.

He calls himself restless,
but I call it choosing where to rest.

He forgives his family again and again.
He loves his children even when they drain him,
and he never quits the job and career that exhausts him,
because he says, “That’s life.”
So what is marriage, then, if not life?
What makes his vow different from his team,
his brand,
his family,
his history?
and he clings to his pride like a sacred thread
so why does his loyalty disappear
why does it vanish
when it comes to the one who walks besides
He says he cannot stay faithful to one woman
that it is not in his nature.
But his nature bends for everything else.
He can wait years for a promotion,
hold grudges for decades,
and nurse friendships through storms
yet one silent dinner, and he declares love a cage.

She gave him children,
she gave him a home,
she gave him peace in the quiet he once prayed for.
Now that same quiet haunts him?
He says she’s changed
but maybe it’s him who stopped looking.
Maybe the old fire is still there,
just hidden under the ashes of routine.

Perhaps if he lent her a hand,
shared in her fatigue,
listened to the sighs behind her silence,
he would see the woman he fell for —
not the one he has outgrown in his mind.

Loyalty, I’ve learned,
is not about blood.
It’s about choice.
And if he can bleed for his team,
his brand,
his friends,
his pride
then surely,
he can stay true to the one
who bleeds for his peace.