Tell me about your first love?

[strawberrycherryblossom]

For some unknown reason I messaged my 'first love' this morning. We probably haven't spoken in 4 years but have spent the day catching up. He was/is a wonderful person and whilst it was me who ended things I now see I shouldn't have/did it for the wrong reasons. We were both very young and I feel quite nostalgic about him, 12 years on.

I have been in a very happy relationship for 6 years, we have one DC and another on the way. I don't want to be back with my ex but occasionally find myself wondering what life could have been like.

So for some lighthearted evening chat, tell me about your first love. Are you still with them? What were they like?

I was 15, he was 22.

He saw me dancing at my sisters wedding and asked for my number, my older sister and mother proceeded to set us up. God knows why!

‘Dated’ (used me for sex and to show off to his mates) for about 6 months. Was absolutely heartbroken when he dumped me. I thought he was the most amazing, kindest man and I’d never find anyone like him again.

I felt a little flutter when he messaged me again a few years ago, very quickly followed by complete disgust as he immediately tried to make it sexual. He had a wife and two young boys and made it clear he’d like to meet up in a hotel for ‘old times sake’.

I blocked him immediately and only have a sour taste when I look back at my ‘first love’ now.

While sorting through some stuff yesterday I found a letter from “Chris” . We met at the youth club disco when we were about 15 . He wore two tone stayprest, a Ben Sherman and a tank top. He had a lovely blonde feather cut and freckles. He made my heart skip! He wrote to me when he went away on a school trip . I showed all the girls at school. We had a very intense relationship for about 2 months ( in those days no more than kissing and a bit of outside top as it was known) I was devastated when he left me for another girl.

@MrsT1405 I think I’ve seen you write this with glee on mumsnet before. It always shocks me how proud you are of putting a man before your own dc.

I imagine they are better off without you though, so that is some consolation (for those of us reading).

Ahh, we were both 17. He was French and had moved to my home country just a few years earlier. We were both at single sex schools but those schools were local to each other so we saw each other everyday after school.

Relationship fizzled out once we got to university. We've both since moved away from our home town. He's happily married, I'm happily married. We occasionally text about mutual friends or wish each other happy birthday almost 15 years on. Definitely no romantic feelings on either side! There are other men I still hold a candle for though, but they are other stories...

He was the local bad boy and I thought he was wonderful and so handsome. I was 15 and he was 17.I couldn't believe my luck when he asked me out. We fell quickly in love but what I failed to notice was that he was jealous, manipulative and violent towards me.
When I finally tried to end things, he stalked me and threatened me but in those days it wasn't a crime and the police didn't want to know. I was very scared for a while until he eventually lost interest.
It's taken me most of my life to learn not to fall for bad boys, and eventually at the age of 56 I got myself a 'good boy'.

It's taken me most of my life to learn not to fall for bad boys, and eventually at the age of 56 I got myself a 'good boy'

I always wonder what the attraction is of ‘bad boys’... I hated them. Cocky, arrogant, fake charm with shitty morals.
I have friends who used to fall for some vile men. They’d say ‘aww but he’s lovely once you really get to know him...’ Until of course they got dumped all over.

We met at college, he was 17 I was 16, his mate came to tell me that he fancied me!
We were together for 4 years until me being away at uni split us up but it was mainly good looking back at it.

He was fun. It was all new. We were kind to each other and had limited expectations because life haven’t hit us and yet and being in each other’s company was everything. We were us in our little bubble and so happy to have found each other.

We broke up because we wanted different lives. He moved abroad. We stayed in touch for a long long time, years and years. One day he messaged to say every woman he had been with didn’t like how he talked about me (not regular chat, but how he remembered me). He said we needed to stop contact and that I was someone so deeply ingrained in him that it was impossible for him to separate his feelings fully from me, although we knew we weren’t ever going to have a relationship again. I totally got what he meant. It didn’t hurt when he stopped contact, it just felt strange. I understood it. I still think of him and hope he is happy and we both know we care even if we never speak again.

Last heard of several years ago still a solicitor for the same company, no idea about family they have (if any), and with a photo on the website that must have been about 15 years out of date!

Had no contact once I left home for a job and moved away.

Still waiting for mine!

He asked me out a couple of days before my 14th birthday and was in the year above me in school. He was a total hearthrob with blue eyes, long eyelashes and floppy curly blonde hair, loads of girls had a crush on him and neither they nor I could believe he asked me out.

We went out exclusively for a year, then were off and on for the next two years. He was my first everything and I his but he broke my heart by cheating on me after a year. There was always something between us though and we were back together again for a few months when he died suddenly from pneumonia six weeks after his eighteenth birthday. That's when my heart properly broke, I've never felt the same depth of emotion for another man since and it will have been 24 years ago next month.

I was 13 and he was 16, and he became my best friend for years after briefly 'going out together' He had a sad home life and my Mum pretty much adopted him. I absolutely adored him but even at 14 realised he was better as my friend than boyfriend. We kept in touch for years after he joined the army t 19, but gradually lost touch.
Found him on FB recently and was a bit disappointed to find him a porky middle aged man on his third wife!

That is very sad @StillMedusa
So young.

@FlurkenSchnit  I don't even know where you begin when something like that happens.

@AnotherStupidQuestion hopefully soon!

@FlurkenSchnit

He asked me out a couple of days before my 14th birthday and was in the year above me in school. He was a total hearthrob with blue eyes, long eyelashes and floppy curly blonde hair, loads of girls had a crush on him and neither they nor I could believe he asked me out.

We went out exclusively for a year, then were off and on for the next two years. He was my first everything and I his but he broke my heart by cheating on me after a year. There was always something between us though and we were back together again for a few months when he died suddenly from pneumonia six weeks after his eighteenth birthday. That's when my heart properly broke, I've never felt the same depth of emotion for another man since and it will have been 24 years ago next month.

That’s so sad