Well, exactly what it says on the label.
I dated my first love throughout high school and some of our university years. I won't get into too much detail about the break-up, but it was kind of sudden and traumatic for me. I spent months in very bad depression, lost lots of my friends as a result, and quit my studies for a period while I was recovering. I quit dating for a year or so and for many years, struggled to find love and real connection.
Fast forward to my early thirties, I met my lovely husband. He is caring, kind, and lovely and I fell very deeply in love with him. While he is of course not perfect, we managed to create a strong bond and have two wonderful children. My question is, why am I still feeling so traumatized by a break-up that took place 20 years ago? It makes me feel sick to think about it, but I often think my real happiness and the life I dreamt of somehow escaped me, and I am not as happy and as grateful as I should be for my family.
There was "salt in the wound" recently when I learned he had married (at 40). While I should be happy for him or at least not care, I find myself desperately comparing myself to the bride, feeling jealous etc.
I guess I am writing here because I have no one else to talk to in real life. Most of my friends think it's ridiculous and just laugh it off. I attempted to talk to a family member over Christmas and he just responded "But you were kids back then, you can't possibly still love him".
I would like to let go of this story and let it rest, I feel tired and would like to be free of all residual pain/love/grief. Any non-judgemental words of wisdom are welcome. I want to make it very clear I don't communicate with the guy and don't make any attempts to rekindle any kind of friendship between us.