Life is tough for everyone sooner, or later. You can, however, always find a sadder story, or a more difficult personal struggle. Such is the ubiquitous reality of being a human being.
So, I do not wish to depict my life as having troubles that no one else has on this spinning planet. Instead, I wish to say that, if by merely being a human being, that life is full of difficulties, then being a bisexual in a predominantly heterosexual society can bring with it certain "challenges" that are slightly different from those who avow a "hetero" orientation.
For example, my wife has been aware for quite sometime that I was never really straight. I have known other women married to men with uncertain sexual inclinations; and I have always been intrigued by the various ways they came up with for coping with it. But all I can do here is to refer to what I know best, and that is the way(s) my own wife has confronted the challenges my sexual orientation presented to her.
There are certain times when she and I find ourselves conversing about my sexual orientation. Not often, but occasionally. One such situation took place a few years ago as we drove across the northern tier of the western states of Wyoming, Nevada, Idaho, and Oregon. I don't remember what inspired the conversation (I think it was she who brought it up). I was somewhat reticent at first to go into much detail, but as we talked, I began to be more and more forthcoming; and she seemed eager for me to do so.
In the course of our conversation, I happened to look over at her, the expression on her face, in particular, and I could see an interesting mixture of expressions. Sometimes, she seemed sad, and then, in a matter of seconds, she would seem bright and optimistic; even hopeful and enthusiastic. I put my hand on her leg as I drove along, in a gesture of reassurance and affection.
After a long moment of silence, with nothing but the miles upon miles of Wyoming scrub land, and vivid blue skies, she placed her hand on top of mine, and gave it a slight squeeze. I took a quick glance at her face. She did not return it. Her profile was arresting. It always has been. Yes, it was true that I sometimes found myself erotically attracted to certain men; but, I loved my wife. The quiet atmosphere between her and I, the way our hands lightly touched, the subtle electricity I felt towards her at that moment--- it all added up to something difficult to put into a few words. Here she and I were: a bisexual man; and a straight woman. It was not a likely combination. It certainly wasn't one that was likely to survive; and yet, there we were. We were still together, and still in love!
The dynamic between two people (regardless of gender) is what actually counts. That was what I felt as my wife and I drove quietly across those vast open spaces. I was fully aware that we had both made a lot of difficult choices, and sacrifices(!), to remain together; and touching her hand that day as we drove along, I was glad that she and I had beaten the odds. We had done so, by the simple fact that we wanted to. That is the key. Choice.