I haven't told many people; probably my family and my husband know but when I was 15 I went threw a *crisis* (at the time I thought it was a crisis) where I thought I might be a lesbian. I was horrified and the only person I could talk to about it was my father, strange huh? We had a very close relationship and I knew he would not love me any less. He didn't quite care if I married "John" or "Joan" as long as I was happy and I hope to instill that same value in my children.

Over the years, I've come to prefer men. I've never done anything with a woman but I've also been with my husband since I was in high school so never had the opportunity. I don't know if I was single now if I would date a woman, but I guess I will never know.

Someone's sexual orientation is their business. I don't care unless they are with someone who treats them poorly. I just want someone to be happy and to find that person who completes them in every way--luckily for me, I found that person and couldn't have asked for any better.