I found out yesterday one of my best friends in high-school was getting married tom. Weird. You think since you guys were close for a significant number of years you at least expect to get an invitation. But anwyay that's not my point. My point is that both of us were each other's "coming-out-buddy" in high-school. Of course at that stage we both agreed to "cure" it. It seems like he's finally taken that last step into defining his straighthood.
Good for him. I guess he's happy. Well he should be for the sake of the misus. The last thing I want to hear is him having extra servings of fresh adolescent meat while feeding a family of 5.
Seriously, I will learn to be happy for him. Maybe not now but eventually.