Until I met him when he was just turned 40, my husband hadn't had a long term relationship. He had had plenty of 'shags' (his words) - he hadn't had relationship longer than a couple of weeks.
His story is a bit sad really. His father died just before he was due to go to uni so put off his place .... Indefinitely. Mum became mentally frail and he stayed at home to look after her. Older siblings moved away and got married. DH became stuck in a rut and ended up looking after his frail mum until she passed away when he was in his mid thirties.
He lived a classic bachelor life drinking and smoking himself into an oblivion.
Then he met me. I was twice divorced with two teenaged kids.
Eleven years later we have been married 7 years and totally fab for each other.
I sometimes rib him and call him Roy Cropper.... I try and imagine what he was like with his mum! But joking aside he really is a bloody lovely guy. Gentle and kind and patient. He has looked after me after some major gynae surgery - he isn't phased.
He is also a biker with, according to his mates, an ability to get very fighty if the need arises.
I haven't seen any of this!
So until I met him when he was 40, my husband hadn't had a partner!