I responded that I needed him to be clear with me—was he gay? Because if he was, that was okay, but we would need to talk about what comes next. I didn't let myself get angry or upset; I was just stunned. He swore up and down that he wasn't gay and was still 100% attracted to women and loved me and our family. So I asked if he might be bi, and he became defensive, insisting I needed to drop the accusations. He then went on about how this was the beauty of the gaycation: it allowed straight...