There’s a common but interesting event that took place when i branched to my uncle’s pub in Dublin, where a mid-aged blonde woman angrily banged through the pub’s entrance door, she instinctively found her husband, who’s lustfully kisssing another woman, a slimmer more beautiful woman, both glued to each other like a magnet. “i have to leave”, I said to my uncle and rose. My Uncle who’s just eaten his snacks, and his attention was on the TV viewing English league football march and his attention was drawn by the tantrum of the angried woman, traumatising everyone at the pub.
Now the question is : Is the feeling of lust more than love the reason why relationship fails?
