Recently, a lifelong love for one person has become considered something wild and abnormal. Some psychologists agreed that monogamous people are people with severe complexes and deviations. "Narcissistic" personalities, viscous epileptoids or something else. One must be able to switch from object to object. To love different people. It is easy and simple to move from one relationship to another. This is good and normal. And monogamous - there are only five percent of them. Poor sufferers and involuntary tormentors ... At the same time, psychologists somehow forget that we can love our child all our lives. Your parent. And we don’t need anything else. We can treat others warmly and with sympathy, but all our lives we love only our own. And in love, sometimes you can meet your own, one and only. The same child, the only one and dear, like a child or a mother. Or brother. Or a sister. It doesn't matter, the main thing is the one and only. And love for this person can be carried through life. Monogamous only five percent? Where does this mysterious figure come from? Monogamous people do not like to talk about their love too much. Like all normal people. And the fact that a person is monogamous can only help on the declining days. His whole life will be the confirmation. Or - after the loss. As happened with the writer Louis Boussinard. He was a merry man. Loved to eat and drink. Bon vivant and lover of life. He wrote adventure novels. Favorite of women. And when his wife died, his friends were invited to their funeral. And he stopped eating. And he died of hunger, quietly faded away. I saw no point in later life. So it is not easy to define a monogamous person. Sometimes he or she doesn't even know about it. It is difficult to judge the structure of the soul until the trials of life have passed. Both the oath of loyalty and the promise to be together are not empty words. In ancient Rome, while the empire was strong and mighty, one love for life was welcomed and considered normal. And the marriage was simple, but the wedding was not rich. And the words of the oath sounded like this: "Where are you, Guy, there I am, Gaia." Then they will exchange iron rings, eat the pie, and throw the crumbs to the birds. And so they lived. All life. And those were glorious times.