I understand why you view it this way. I held this view for a long, long time because theologically it made the most sense to me.

I have come to different conclusions at this point in my life, and have found that painting these non-heterosexual sexualities as a challenge we agreed to bear in pre-mortality feels eerily similar to beliefs during the priesthood ban that black people were insert anything here in the preexisting, hence being born into a body of dark skin (which we know now is not true.)

It also doesn’t answer the pain of choosing lifelong spousal lack/celibacy in a family-centered church. I’m grateful as a bisexual that I had more of a choice—my gay and lesbian brothers and sisters don’t have much of a choice, and my heart grieves for them. It’s either stay and deny yourself a lifetime of romantic/sexual/spousal love, or leave to pursue it. That is a heavy decision to have to make.