A letter on the purity o' the code, when the hert meets 'The Ane' ower late

There is naething mair painful than the moment when ye live in an unaware marriage hangin by a thread, endurin tae yer last strength — and suddenly a person appears on yer path, and wi' yer whole soul ye unnerstaund: he is the ane. This is a trial in which the whole depth o' human honour is tested.

Somebody in that second yields tae weakness, turns tae deceit and betrayal, defilin' baith their current hame and the new, bricht feelin'. The ootcome o' sic a step is aye fearsome: fowk wha ance shared a bed brak each ither's herts and turn intae merciless enemies, ready tae tear each ither apart, and the bairns suffer atween them.

But there is another path — the path of an inner moral code, when you simply cannot allow yourself to step into a new relationship through a lie, no matter how much the heart aches. You choose purity and step back. And then life once again parts you onto different shores — until you both grow and become truly free. Sometimes, after such pain, a person closes up so deeply that they are afraid to try again. And sometimes fate, having waited for the hour of purity and freedom, brings two grown souls back together — now without shadow and without barriers.