When I stop to think about it, I realize that I must be one of the most blessed men on the planet.

At this writing, I have been married to the most lovely woman in the world for over twenty years. She has stuck with me through thick and thin. She's stayed at my side at times when I would have left me. She is my best friend. I enjoy the (all-too-rare) time we spend together, alone or otherwise. We have a delightful love life. Over twenty years ago, I vowed to cleave only unto here, so long as we both shall live. I have no intention of ever betraying that promise.

It has long been my belief that there should be no secrets in a marriage; that a secret is just the place that the enemy of our soul can grasp to twist and deform a relationship.

I tried to talk with my wife this evening. I showed her Bisexuality.com. Don't know why, I guess I'd hoped that she'd see that other people on there were normal, trying to figure themselves out too.

The problem is twofold: she doesn't understand, and she's in denial. Though she won't admit it, she's probably scared. Lord knows I am. Rather than tiptoeing around the subject, I have fully embraced the fact that I am a bisexual man. For me, this is a *huge* thing, and she just seems to think it's like discovering that you enjoy a certain flavor of tea. "Oh, OK then, let's get on with life . . ." The problem is I can't just "get on with life."

I don't know what to do. It's not that I want to act on these attractions, I'm married, for goodness' sake! But this is a BIG THING for me. I can't just say, "Oh, OK. I'm bisexual. Now back to my regular programming." I just don't know what comes next, and my closest confidant is not available for discussion.

On the other hand, maybe I need to stop thinking about me so much in this, and think about her. Maybe I need to reassure her that I'm not going to change into a different person; that she is still and always my one and only.

Something to think about as I go about my night . . .