He was adamant that he had no interest in men at all, but he felt the need to do this, apparently. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with it, because even if he was bi, this would still be clear cut infidelity. He grew angry again and insisted that he wasn’t, emphasizing how that’s the beauty of the gaycation and how it was different. I reached my breaking point and left the room. I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, but we talked again at dinner. I asked him why he wanted to do...