The news on Adam Levine makes me sad, and not just because I’m a fan of his music. It goes well deeper for me.
Once a week or so I go to a bar that I really like. It’s a quiet hole in the wall for the most part, always a character or two, but the drinks are strong, the food is good, and it’s fun. There’s a certain guy with whom I am familiar, and lately he’s taken to showing up with his “side piece” after work. He rolls in at odd hours in his work clothes, and she often shows a little bit later in hers. This man is, of course, married. His children are young. And he is the breadwinner. Perhaps it’s that fact which makes him feel so comfortable parading his infidelity so publicly. Recently, one woman I often sit with and speak to, narrowed her eyes and glared in mid sentence. When I turned around so I could see what she was looking at, I noticed this jagoff had just walked through the door. “That guy is absolute scum” she said. “I hate his guts.” I agreed. “Have you met the new one?” she asked. This took me aback, and my body language showed as much. “Yup. There’s another,” she said, as my jaw hit the floor. Sure enough not long after he entered, a new woman came in and sidled up to him at the bar.
My friend said, “Every morning his wife drops those precious children off at school and I want to let her know what her piece-of-trash husband is doing to her.” When I asked her why she doesn’t, she said, “it isn’t my place.”
This hit me like one of those anvils landing on Wile E Coyote. So my heart has been tender and sore before Adam Levine’s headlines showed up. And I have no idea who the jagoff’s wife is, but I have half a mind to find her and tell her what is happening in her world. If I knew her even a little, I would most assuredly tell her the truth. And here’s why.
Cheating of this nature is a form of deep violence, and abuse. No one will say it. But I will. Cheating takes any free agency away from the victim. It robs them of their autonomy, and keeps them from making informed decisions on their own behalf. But it does so much more than that. It potentially exposes the victim to harmful and/or dangerous diseases, and worst of all, it makes them think back to every intimate act with the aggressor and wish they would have known the reality of their own relationship. Had they known, most of them would have said no to intimacy. But the cheater stole their informed consent. That sense of “had I known I would never have been with them” is a sickening, disgusting, violating feeling.
To put this all a little differently, you can’t even get Botox without signing an informed consent. Everyone gets Botox, or at least I do. And that’s….Botox. In an act as intimate as sex, NO one who believes themselves to be in a monogamous relationship should be forced into a situation where they have no knowledge of the risks they are taking. A person should never ever be in a situation where they are intimate with someone without informed consent. The aggressor is in a sense forcing sex, because they are hiding information the victim would require to make their decision. Consent that is based on misinformation is of course, not consent. It’s not legal consent, it isn’t emotional consent, and it’s certainly not physical consent. The harm that can result from this lack of knowledge is, in fact, bottomless. If I consented to get botox but I thought it was a B12 injection, consent would be null and void. This same notion applies to an act of intimacy.
Knowingly and willfully denying access to this information is a violation of the victim’s safety, and ability to give informed consent, in every single sense of the word. When combined with the frequent backdrop wherein a victim has become suspicious, and they are repeatedly told by the aggressor that they are insane, jealous, controlling and/or insecure, a perfect storm of emotional and physical abuse is created. The victim becomes depressed, sad, trapped, hopeless. Particularly when there are young children involved.
All of these things make my heart hurt. When I sit in a bar relaxing and I see what amounts to an act of violence against a young unknowing mother and her children, I feel so deeply sad. Her rights have been taken from her and she doesn’t even know. The man she’s married to is a pig, who has no heart and no conscience, and she has no idea. She has no say in her own life. I want to give it back to her. Because no one deserves to be so violated. No one.
The aggressor, or course, has managed to justify their own behavior. Of course they have. It sure makes it a lot easier to do without feeling bad. But any time a victim is not informed of what is happening in their own life, there is simply no excuse, and it is nothing short of sexual violence and abuse on the part of the aggressor. There is no gray. It’s black and white.
I am sure Adam Levine has his excuses. Or maybe he’s smart enough to know there aren’t any.
But all I can think about is his stunningly beautiful wife, the beautiful children she gave to him, and the one she is growing in her belly, and how somehow, this all was not enough for her husband. I don’t know if she knew about what he was doing. Perhaps she did. But I rather doubt it.
The person Adam Levine (and Captain Jagoff) married, the person with whom he has young children, the person he vowed to protect, whose trust, mind and body he so grossly violated, whose rights he so guiltlessly took away, somehow, somewhere, became….nothing. The need for validation, the fear of death, the boredom, or whatever else, took priority, as is the case for every aggressor who keeps such knowledge from their partners. And in perhaps the final and greatest insult, the victim unwillingly becomes this fixture for all to see, to gossip and talk about, and they become a victim for a second time, to the viciousness of voyeurs who have nothing better to do. …..Who’s prettier, who’s skinnier…. they were never happy, …what did she do, how could he do it, ……this bright and glaring spotlight has been aimed into a world she never even knew existed, blinding her while she copes with the gross violation of her body and mind.
It is abuse. And it is horrific and shockingly common.
So in this darkness, here is to true love, to tender and pure hearts. I witness true love every day, and know it is there, just like I know the moon still exists during the day. It is imperfect, awkward, bulky and inconvenient. Here is to human dignity, and a nod to those who have suffered deeply, silently, ashamedly, and to those who have suffered alone. Acts of faith, truth, love and partnership, are acts of beauty in a woefully lacking world. Thank you to every partner who honors vows and protects their loved one. It isn’t always easy to do, but it’s a nod to the fact that there are principles greater than us, which lead us to conduct ourselves with integrity, compassion, love and kindness. In a world so rife with sorrow, true love shines brightly. Keep shining lights into the darkness. Love is so greatly needed.