Some things about us just seem to be there, embedded, inherent, as a function of personality, character, tastes, and desires. Other things we absorb through our experience and exposure to others and circumstance. Yet, honor and responsibility are essential elements of his being, part of who he is, innate and unquestionable in all regards but one, wrong relationships. Michael's affinity for no risk relationships is an aberration, something foreign, learned by experience as a means of self-protection from responsibility. One bad marriage a lifetime should be enough for anyone. His was bad and at an early age. Thirty some years later, Michael is wealthy, carefree, and enjoying life, but involved with the right wrong woman, again. The relationship works, so what's wrong? Why this sudden need to have a real partner, is it some hormonal thing driving this new need for a shared life.