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When I sent him hopeful songs, and he, depressive ones after our final break up, he reminded me that the mercury is in retrograde, so we shall not get back together.
Cause it would break us again.
I knew it better than him. It was me in the first place that taught him about the planets’ and the stars’ influence on human behaviour. Back then, he used to grin at me and tease me endlessly.
He said the same old words, everyone else had said before:
”How could you, Pi, a neuroscientist at mind and heart, can believe in Astrology? ..”
I did try to tell him why… All my reasons.
The constant conjunction of the behaviours of each zodiac sign. The statistics I have held with everyone I knew. Worked out most of the time.
I did my best to show him the beauty of the zodiac.
After him, I never tried to make anyone believe in it.
It took so much time and effort.
And now, whenever someone expresses disbelief, I change the subject-
To things they believe in: Like fashion and religions.
Anyhow,
When he put the fact of the Retrograde in my face,
I tried my best to make him let go of his orthodox belief in the planets!
I told him that we used to break up in retrogrades but not unite.
I was not really sure if I was totally honest.
I only wanted to have his long phone calls again,
Calls only,
As I was in London and he in Istanbul.
Long story short,
He was right.
The retrograde struck us again…
As it did hundreds of times before…
Only after a few days of talking to each other again,
A young girl knelt down to where I was lying on the grass in a park,
nicked my phone, and walked away….
Then we lost contact, he did not email me more than twice.
He was too lazy for emails or online meetings on a computer.
He let me go,
Once again.
…
He was right,
The mercury retrograde took him away once again.
What would have happened if the mercury had never moved back?
Would he have stayed?
Would he have committed?
Would he have been loy… no.
He was meant to be this way…
-π
Suddenly, the virgin is surrounding my existence again. Like he ever stopped.
It is due to this phones, reminding us of memories.
Photos from a year ago, where him and I finally got rings,
That had our names in it with the symbol of eternity-
Was on our fingers.
Was he really happy? I doubt so.
It was me-
Me and my 3 years craving for a symbol.
He could not resist my repetitions after that many years.
He was out of excuses and patience,
So he went and got us the rings-
The ones I chose.
He only cared about the colour.
He would not wear yellow gold nor the platinum.
He wanted the white gold only.
So I went with it.
After all, my dream was coming true:
Making us official.
I know how naive I sound.
But this is love.
Makes you even more naive.
As Shakespeare says,
“For to be wise and love exceeds man’s might.”
I was wise before (and after) him…
The ring did not last long.
He took it off whilst playing volleyball-
And most probably- whenever he was around girls he liked-
And near his mum- having a tantrum at me,
Just cause I was upset with his ”over the top” intimacy
with a girl from work.
She was one of his crushes.
One of the twenty I knew of.
She was asking if they could go alone to a concert-
without me.
I lashed out.
He lashed out- accusing me for lashing out.
He took off the ring
Threw it on the floor-
Shouted.
Near his mum…
That I was suffocating him with my jealousy.
Like I was wrong all along.
He was always right.
I should have kept silent.
Or he could play the dramatic act,
And show everyone that he was the victim.
Victim of a …
???
Lover???
I still can’t name it exactly.
Perhaps, he knows what it is.
He’s always ready to put the blame on me.
I was suffocating him with my love!! Yes here it is,
It was a gigantic love-
That did not give him the space to love back.
Cause I loved enough for the two of us.
I cared enough- or too much!
Anyways,
Now, somewhere
He is still complaining about me.
That I loved too much!
Things could have been much better if only…
I did not love that much..
If he could only feel
More masculine,
More giving,
More caring…
But I did it all…
He felt incompetent faced with my love,
As he said.
He wanted someone,
That loved just enough.
That cared just enough .
But not too much.
Someone not as motherly
and protective as I was.
Someone that was more human,
Less stable,
More histrionic,
Riskier.
He last said,
I was his safe harbour,
And he was meant to sail off…
I still can’t understand what he meant.

-π
When we first met, he was a virgin. He told me this with a deep sense of embarrassment in his voice: “I’d understand if you didn’t want to date me, as I’ve never had a girlfriend before.”
I found this appealing. Why should he be embarrassed about being untouched, entirely pure, and all the more promising for a lasting bond? Now, nearly four years on, I see why he was so embarrassed. With those words, he meant that he could not commit to the first woman he fell in love with, as he needed to explore different kinds of women – one who spends a fortune on shopping, one who doesn’t love him as their other half, one who floods social media with endless selfies, one who parties and gets drunk, one who bamboozles, and one who is NOT ME.
Back then, I was innocent enough not to see this when he “confessed” his inexperience to me so shyly. He seemed certain I would leave him over it. Honestly, if I were to meet him now, or anyone else inexperienced or still a virgin, I’d leave immediately. But only after all the hard lessons – the foreshadowing of infidelity.
With my innocent mind at the time, I thought that was it: I’d found the purest man, aged 28, untainted by the touch of other women, in heart and body. He was clean, meant only for me. I felt exhilarated rather than wary when I learned he was untouched. And that was the beginning of all the heartache and tears that would follow in the years to come…

Every year seems to chip away at our families, love, respect, and friendships
I was reminded of this while reading Alfred Adler, the renowned Austrian psychiatrist and psychologist of the 19th century.
In his book, Adler argues that if we feel interest and affection for someone, we must embody all the qualities that such interest demands. These include:
I believe that anyone who hasn’t managed to build a loving and committed relationship needs to recognise where they may have gone wrong.
Adler wrote this in 1913—111 years ago! His insights still resonate today.
Of course, problematic relationships have always existed, but back then, expert psychologists didn’t suggest things like, “Don’t interfere with each other; give each other space. Cheating before marriage is perfectly natural. Wedding stress can lead to infidelity, and these issues can be resolved and forgiven.”
Now, however, this is the prevailing attitude in both Europe and America. The year is 2024.
I’ve received couples therapy training from various institutes in America and Europe, and I continue to learn from different schools of thought.
Sadly, the situation isn’t promising for those who share Adler’s perspective.
We’re taught to tell clients who have been cheated on that reconciliation is possible and that peace can be restored.
As one of the few couples therapists who believes that remaining in a relationship marked by infidelity can harm both partners’ self-respect, I focus my sessions on empowering the betrayed partner.
In those moments, I no longer see a couple; I see someone who has been deceived and disrespected.
I help this person remember their worth and cultivate self-love and respect.
As for my training instructors, they tell couples that these situations can be mended. And from what I can see, they genuinely believe in this possibility.
If even deep-seated traumas can be healed, can the pain of a loved one turning their back on you, deceiving you, and developing feelings for someone else truly be resolved?
Can that knowledge simply be erased from memory? Can we accept it as normal?
According to the latest trends: yes.
They argue that instead of shouting at the child who spills milk, we should simply clean it up. That’s their analogy.
As I listen, I can’t help but chuckle wryly. However, I keep my “backward” thoughts to myself for fear they might disrupt their business.
After all, sharing my views might even make them feel unethical. Critiquing so-called experts often leads to backlash.
Yet I have long since dismissed them in my heart, guided by my respect for love. I know that attempting to correct their beliefs is futile.
Their underlying thought on infidelity among couples is simply this:
“If you didn’t value each other despite everything, you wouldn’t have come to me and spent so much money seeking my support.”
Yes, this is what they say amongst themselves—with a hint of mockery and a sense of superiority, forming a commercial coalition.
Now, to them, I’m one of their own.
In it for money, business, and exploiting people…
But I’m nothing like them.
I refuse to trample on people’s souls, their self-esteem, and most importantly…
Love.
Passion.
Family.
Money can always be earned.
My preference is to earn it for the greater good.
As long as people focus solely on their wallets, neither society, family, nor individuals will ever find peace.
In summary:
Don’t keep dishonest individuals in your life, especially those who betray you.
Spend your money not on those who cheat but on those who respect you.
Avoid seeking couples therapy to address infidelity…
No one deserves to be cheated on.
After all, there is no one else quite like you.
I wish for you to find someone who makes you feel special and unique.

Roy Lichtenstein, We Rose Up Slowly, 1964
Couples Therapist Pinar S.
The prairie vole is a well-known animal, especially in the scientific community, for its fascinating mating and monogamous behavior. Researchers have long been captivated by this small rodent, studying what makes its rare commitment to lifelong partnerships so intriguing. I fully understand that a well-educated neuroscientist might not learn much from this paper. Even I knew about prairie voles around 10 years ago… Considering that I was still a teenager with a developing prefrontal cortex, it shows that this information is widely popular—it’s not (only) that I was particularly wise back then.
Ah, the lovely prairie voles… I’ve always been very fond of them. I once had a dream where I told someone about my concerns for a rodent in distress. Not a cat or a dog, like literally everyone these days!
Today, as a devoted researcher of mating behavior, I was rereading the world-renowned research article on, well… yes, prairie voles.
Published in Nature back in 2006, when I was still a little girl playing with Barbies, Edwards and Self were researching why only a small number of animals are strictly monogamous. It’s monogamy or the highway, as they say!
https://www.nature.com/articles/nn0106-7
They found that different amounts of neurotransmitters, and thus their receptors (which go together like love and marriage), were at play.
For the curious non-neuroscientists: there’s a tiny, addictive area in our brains called the “nucleus accumbens,” which is highly associated with excitement and pleasure.

It’s the endpoint for dopamine, sent from another reward center called the VTA, and it generates motivation—motivation to pursue a partner, 🦑
find good food, 🍄
study neuroscience, 🧠
or even learn the R programming language for better statistical analysis.
Surprising as it may be, I’m spending all my motivational output from my beloved mesolimbic pathway on things that aren’t rose petals, porcini risottos, or lovers serenading from beneath my balcony. Of course, R and neuroscience are definitely worth the sacrifice of my youthful, romantic days!
But let’s get back to the real stars—those adorable prairie voles!
They should be role models for all men (and some women, though less frequently) who put a ring on someone and yet court others with a heartbeat.
From what humanity’s flaky commitment trends have taught us, trusting a man to stay loyal can be… tricky.
Meanwhile, these sweet little munchkins remain like fairy tale dreams, rarely coming true (p-value 0.000000000001 and effect size Cohen’s d being 0.000000000001).
In non-statistical terms (since I am no statistician and shall not speak like one), finding a man with the loyalty of a prairie vole is like finding a 500-carat pink diamond on the pavement—possible, but not very likely!
Male prairie voles have more D1 and D2 (dopamine) receptors in their nucleus accumbens. Specifically, they have more D1 receptors, which inhibit them from cheating—or, in more polite terms, from approaching a stranger female—once they’ve bonded to a beautiful female vole via their D2 receptors.

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC2994774/
Long critique short:
Get your human males checked for their dopamine-related genes (DRD4, COMT, and DAT1) to learn their genetic predisposition for cheating, a.k.a. wandering off with other women while you could be raising their child.
https://www.genexdiagnostics.com/promiscuity-gene-drd4-test
And lastly, I forgot to mention: male prairie voles bond for life, which is why they are the sweetest rodents—sweeter than chipmunks and capybaras!
Long live prairie voles, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health!

Neuroscientist & Neuropsychologist Pinar S.