in the 80s when i was still an evangelical good girl and had never been kissed, i met the love of my life, my soul-mate. he was different than other guys i had dated in a million ways. he valued me as a person. he treated me as an equal. he was not paternalistic, he was not afraid of thinking, he wanted me for more than my body.
he was also very gay. which i did not figure out until he told me not long after our 14th wedding anniversary. once he confessed this to me, it was immediately obvious. an epic “duh” moment. it explained everything.
being angry at him would have been easy. he still tells me that he’s sorry for ruining my life. but what was he supposed to do? really. in our world gay wasn’t considered to be a “real” thing. so he married a girl that he was deeply attracted to – mostly attracted to. he was one girl short of gay.
but how long can someone live in this mental duality? without going mad, that is. how long can you keep it up? not forever. it wasn’t pretty. truthfully, it almost killed him. it devastated me. it’s such a mess.
so, keep preaching fire and brimstone for gays or deny that gay exists. just be prepared. your daughters – especially the ones committed to chastity – just might fall in love and marry that cute gay guy who respects her enough to wait until marriage. what else is he supposed to do?