Good Bi Husband
It was the night my wife found out my most guarded secret. The music thudded in my chest, a heavy bass-note heartbeat, as we navigated through the party. Lisa had always been the social butterfly of our marriage, and she thrived in these situations – her laughter like sparkling wine, intoxicating and inviting. I, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring intimate gatherings to the raucous parties she enjoyed. “Paul! Lisa!” A familiar voice slurred behind us, alcohol thickening his words. It was Mark, an old friend from college. He stumbled over, drink sloshing from his cup. “It’s been too long!” “Hey, Mark,” I offered a tight smile, cautiously eyeing his unsteady movements. “Mark, you’re wasted!” Lisa laughed, steadying him with a playful slap on the back. “How many drinks have you had?” “Ah, …