Your first love isn’t always the right one. I’m going to go out on a limb and say sometimes because they’re your first- they became something they’re not.
This was the boy in yellow. Here I am 25 years later trying to erase the imprint he made on me. He set the tone for what I accepted. For how I looked at things. I didn’t know that. Until I met my real true love. Who you will meet too.
We started out pretty great until we didn’t. He did everything a first boyfriend should. He was attentive and sweet. He showered me with presents. All the time. He went home every weekend to work. Every weekend he came back I got a new piece of jewelry. To this day I don’t like getting jewelry as gifts from men.
He would buy me clothes. Took me to his hair salon. I thought it was sweet. I was too young to figure it out. Thankfully my friends were jaded just enough. His parents tolerated me. His siblings didn’t get me at all.
Also he wasn’t great about keeping secrets.
While for me he was my one and only and I even had the promise ring he gave me to show his devotion. His commitment. We were one step away from marriage.
Except…I was his college girlfriend.
He had another girlfriend back home. Then he started sleeping with women on campus. Bragging about it.
I found out.
Broke up. Took him back.
Here’s the thing as a society we do an alright job with Sex Ed. But honestly we need to educate our children on relationships.
I needed someone to have a “Come to Jesus” with me and help me get my head right.
Instead I put up with his bull**** for almost two years because I thought since he was my first … I had to.
No I did not.
A wonderful group of guy friends intervened. I broke it off.
He would paint me as the one who did him wrong. Full disclosure in the middle of an on/off time in our relationship I met someone. I didn’t pursue it, but I didn’t hide it either.
He shaped how I trusted
How I shared
How I loved
How I saw myself
It wasn’t great, it wasn’t bad but you should love someone for who they are. He never did. He let me know all the time. In his defense he was shaped too.
Years later he would find me on social media and every year at the same time ask for my forgiveness and for me back.
And every year I would say the same thing- no. I’m happy. I will always love you because I will, but no. You broke my heart.
Two years ago a few months after our yearly exchange I found out he killed himself.
This is easily the hardest chapter to write and I skimmed a lot. Because…because…
My heart is still breaking
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