I am heterosexual. I found out that my husband was cheating on me with another man. I plotted to kill my husband without any flaw. However, I was sent to death in disguise by my dear son.
I am gay. I was originally noble, but I absurdly eloped with an ugly girl who was despised by everyone. In the end, she and I starved to death in that prosperous and beautiful city because of our ridiculous love. Until my death, I still did not understand why I fell in love with a woman, or why I never loved her.
I am bisexual. I have a boyfriend who loves me very much, but he falls madly in love with a woman. I maintain this delicate balance, but I ended up in the hospital because of a dispute between the two. My oxygen tube was removed by the woman I thought I loved deeply. My life passed by like this.