Originally Posted by jen
What a rude wanker!!! That would really make me mad.
"I have referred to children belonging to themselves, not parents, biological or otherwise. As taonga, children are to be treated with respect, responsibility, love and care by all members of the group." ~ Justice Gendall
I consider my first boyfriend to be my first love. Oh, I know - we were very young and we never even went past 2nd base.But I truly did love him. He committed suicide when we were 21 or 22 years old. I still think of him often and fondly. I'm quite sure that part of the reason I'll always feel that love is because my thoughts of him are captive to that period of our lives. Had he not killed himself, perhaps he would have grown to be a jerky man, I don't know. But he was so funny, so sweet, and so adorable. He'll always be those things to me and I'll always consider him my first love, even if it was only puppy love.
I suppose my first husband is my "real" first love, given that I married him and all. But I look back on that as just bad judgment on my part. I don't think he ever really was a good partner to me; I think I was young and insecure and I fixated on some aspects that attracted me which were not the right ones to consider when choosing a life mate.
My first love, Keith Mohondro, never cared for me the way I cared for him. I joined the Navy and left town, he got a job and did those things kids out of high school do.
A couple of years after I left home I found out he'd been in a motorcycle accident and was in a coma for 4 months. When he finally came out of the coma he was much like a stroke victim. His memory was gone and he'd lost some use of his right side. It was devastating to see him like that.
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