to ask - who is/was the love of your life?

[Manderley75]

As above.

My daughters, romantically my partner, still makes my heart jump after 12 years. Added bonus he is also good in bed. First 2 boyfriends I was young and nieve and faked it in bed .

Well it’s my husband I suppose. He’s a decent man, great father, supportive, hard working, we get along, we have a goodish sex life, etc. Etc. I love him and wouldn’t want to be without him.
But he is not romantic in the slightest and isn’t really affectionate towards me in the way I would like. We argue, sometimes horribly. It’s not some harmonious dream.
So, the love of my life? Yes I suppose it’s him, but
I’m obsessed with the idea of romance and have an ideal of what a really romantic relationship would be like in my head. I long to be cherished iyswim.
I know it’s bollocks. I think it’s partly some kind of mid life crisis and partly because we met when we were so young before we’d had the chance to have other relationships.

Me.

OH isn't bad, but no man could ever beat the overwhelming love I have for myself.

My husband. I knew I'd marry him the night I met him. After 17 years he's still my favourite person to hang out with and we have such a good laugh.

It's impossible to say right now, Shirley?

I'd be quite happy if it turned out to be DP-but I'm "only" 36.

I've got decades of life left to live.

My husband I was 31 when I met him I had , had boyfriends ,flings etc and was pissed off with men it was so easy with dh no worrying about wether he would ring etc, we got married six months later 13 years and two kids later here we are I love him to bits and we have had many ups and downs.

My first reaction is to say one of my first boyfriends. I was 17, he was 20. We fitted together so well, very different but complementary. I fell hard and so did he. I thought we’d be together forever. A traumatic situation which would be too outing to post caused the end of our relationship. I was completely and utterly heartbroken as was he.

Within a year we both met our future spouses. I still check on Facebook every couple of months to see if they are still together and happy.

Ex-H I loved deeply but it was a different love. He was damaged and I was damaged from the heartbreak of the situation above. We had to deal with a lot of trauma together which made our bond stronger. Unfortunately it was an unhealthy bond. He became more and more abusive but I thought I loved him so I stayed.

I still have love for Ex-H which is difficult for me due to the awful, horrendous things he did to me.

So romantic wise I think I’ve had two. I’ve loved others but not in a way that compares to either of those. I never want to have a love like I had with my ex-husband again and I think that has made me very wary of relationships in general!

Non-romantic wise, I never believed in soul mates until I met my now best friend a couple of years ago. We are soul mates. Not in a romantic way at all but we just know what the other is thinking, we bicker like sisters, love each others’ children and most importantly drop everything to support the other. Basically I just need to find myself the drop dead gorgeous, male version of her!

DH. I feel incredibly lucky to have met him every day.

My husband, all other relationships were no comparison to him.

Bloody hell, typing that was like a therapy session!

My late husband. He died 26 years ago and I still grieve for him. He was my soulmate. We had 16 years together, but he died of a brain haemorrhage when the kids were babies. I never remarried. My only consolation is that as a Christian I believe we will be reunited when I eventually die.
Between now and then my love goes to my daughters.

An ex.
He still pops up in my dreams 20 years on, much to my annoyance. Broke my heart he did

I do love my dh dearly, it is testament to him we have been married coming up 16 years. We can both be crying laughing at the most inane comment and no other man has had that ability.

My husband who I met when I was 17.

But I was in love before that though.

We can both be crying laughing at the most inane comment and no other man has had that ability

I envy this. My husband makes me cry laughing but he doesn’t laugh in the same way as me. My mum and dad were the same.

I started reading this thinking everyone would just say husband/partner or a celebrity. Some really lovely posts

nuffaluff I could of written exactly that.

DP. Without a shadow of a doubt. I feel like he was sent by the universe to make me feel loved for the first time in my life.

He's a fair bit older than me and my greatest fear is of him dying first. I used to be terrified of dying, but now I'm more terrified of having to live without him.

He's just the best person I've ever met. I can't believe he feels the same.

Babdoc

DH is the absolute polar opposite of everyone I've ever known and loved. He is the love of my life because I'm a better person for having known and loved him. I loved him when we got to know one another, loved him more when we said "I do" and love him far, far more deeply now, years later.

Non-romance-wise DS1 is the love of my life. DS2 is incredible, too, but the overwhelming love I had for that little bundle jolted my whole world in the most wonderful way. Growing up in foster care often means you've no roots or anchor. DS1 made me see I could be my own anchor which was life-changing.

A man that doesn't love me. It's good that he doesn't as i think it would be quite a toxic relationship. We both have issues and I think together it would be carnage.
He will always have a piece of my heart....

Dp - he is basically the weirdest person I have ever met, which is good because that’s how a lot of people describe me.

He is also very clever and although I am not, we compliment each other very well.

Most important part for me is our humours match. I will find something funny that no one else I am with will get, and I just cannot wait to tell him about it later

Thought it was my ex husband, also thought it was my childhood sweetheart who I managed to get back with recently, both turned out not to be. So don't think I've got one.

A guy I met at 20 when I went home for the holidays from Uni.

I was out with my cousins on a pub crawl and when I first saw him my heart nearly stopped. I'd never seen such a beautiful guy in my life.

Kept seeing him again in different bars that night and again I kept having those heart-stopping moments.,

Finally fuelled by enough booze I went up to him and said "has anyone ever told you you look like (celebrity name) and you've an arse just right for slapping?"

He laughed and said no and got me a drink. We had a slow dance and then ran off to an old castle and talked until four in the morning.

The next night he climbed into the bedroom window of the house I was staying in and we lay fully clothed under the covers. Giggling and chatting.

By the end of the week we were inseparable and I'd met all his friends and family.

Unfortunately my mother (who decided to go away with her new partner for Christmas and dump me on my DGP ) came back heard from my grandad that I'd met this guy in the town, and realised he was from a rough council estate (his poor mum was a single mum to three kids, trying to work through illness etc).

So my mother gave me an ultimatum her or him....

I chose him. We were together for 8 years. Everyday I'd look at him and think he was so beautiful, what could he possibly see in me?

I adored his mum and his family too, they showed me so much love, support and consideration. He would use his wages to come to visit me in uni every other weekend and buy me food for the week with the rest of it, whilst still trying to support his mum.

Unfortunately the division of the family, the guilt, trying to set up a life together with no money and the feeling that I was never good enough for him got to me in the end. Life got hard and we spilt.

He's married to someone else now, and I'm recently divorced from a 13 year marriage. But I often think of him, his jokes and his beautiful eyes and lovely smile.

I'm going back to the town next month and I will take his mum some flowers. I adored her so much - I lost so much more than him when we split and I was so alone. She was the closest to a mum I ever really had. And a whole family that just accepted me and liked me with no conditions.

My DP.

We adore each other in every way - very deep and intense.

We both had unhappy marriages to get here.

A man who was married to someone else. (he didn't tell me that!) I don't know where he is now. I don't want anyone else. I still love him.

My husband. We will have been married 34 years in September. We might argue sometimes but we love each other very much