if you were still with your first love...what would your life be like?

[BigDahliaFan]

My very first love was an eco warrior type, who camped out in the woods and didn't really drink.

I've changed and I'm sure he has too, but none of that is me!

My first love died of a brain tumour in his late 40s. (We split up aged 18) My first husband died of a brain tumour aged 50. I'm married again now hope I don't bring a curse on him too.

I am , been together 39 yrs and it’s brilliant .

I'd be living in Ireland. We've stayed in touch over the years (mainly Xmas cards with brief catchup). This year he wrote my a proper letter. He suggested we should meet up should we find ourselves in the same country. Hmmm....

We would been relatively happy; lots of travelling and family time but zero sex life and be more like brother and sister! That's why we split

We would have lived in London and been in media/arty circles.
My career might have been similar, rather than in the caring professions.

I would have had a less interesting and varied life, but with more money.

I still am after 36 years and it has been great!

SAHP of a senior police officer.

I would still be living in my. Home town with a lovely man tbh but lacking in any ambition. Hes still working in the same place as he started when he left school

Not great considering he was emotionally and verbally abusive. I'd be a shell of the person I am now I expect.

I’d be living in West Yorkshire instead of on the south coast.

I'd be raising children on my own while he served prison sentences one soon after the other. I'd be a gangsters moll!

Financially comfortable, but boring. He's just retired as a senior partner in a firm of local solicitors. I still see him around. I'd have had to become some sort of Stepford wife and it isn't really me.

I think I'd be divorced! Loved him to bits aged 18 but having a small amount of contact in the intervening 45 years I think it would have been a disaster!

Fond memories are way better! 😍

Divorced and acrimonious, we weren't suited and wanted completely different things from life.

Widowed sadly. But if he had survived the heart attack probably not married, no kids and still living with our mothers, meaning I would be a full time carer.

We split age 18 because our lives were going in different directions, I went to uni, he stayed home and got a job in an insurance company and seemed to go a bit middle-aged overnight. He married fairly young, stayed in our home area and had two DC but was divorced by 30. I moved away, met DH at 30 and had DC later in life. However he did well enough in his day job to retire early, his DCs are in their early 30s and he is now a musician living his best life as a band member, gigging all round the local area. Whereas I did lots of travelling and partying in my 20s but am still at work, my DCs are uni aged and still somewhat dependent.

Oh Lord, I'd most probably be living in the big city I grew up in, working in an office of some sort. Life would be pretty mundane I would imagine as I wouldn't have had the opportunities for further study and travel that I have had with my DH. Mind you, I've always been a very positive person and pretty content most of the time so I'm sure I would have found happiness but my life would've been very different.

Pretty damn good, I reckon.

I miss him.

I'd be very wealthy indeed. He was my boyfriend all through university, was from a wealthy family and has done very well for himself. I met him again at a reunion a few years ago (we are in our early 50s and both married with teenage dc). It was really nice to see him and we still got on really well, but absolutely no feelings of 'What if...'.

It would be complicated, considering he’s now married to a man.

But on the plus side, I’d have a glass fronted apartment with views of Big Ben, as many issues of The Economist as I could bear to read, a companion who makes me hoot with laughter every day and an unusually varied range of olives in the fridge (yes, I have been to his apartment, we are still good friends.)

It would basically be the storyline if Rickard Curtis films took a dysfunctional turn.

More wealthy but less happy.

My first love was an atheist with a Jehovah witness family, I really loved him but he was hopelessly disorganised, amazing with computers (he could build them) and very personable. I still feel fondly about him.

It would never have worked thank god I didn't have children with him, I'd have ended up doing everything.

I am! Been together nearly 30 years.

I'd be living in London spending a bonkers amount of money on rent

It would be terrible to still be with my first love. When we split he stalked me but it wasn't called that, then. He punched me and threatened me with a knife. In those days, the police were not interested and an abused young woman was basically on her own. But it wasn't called abuse then, it was called 'you must have done something to annoy him'.