I've been thinking a lot about an ex-boyfriend lately and I wanted to share my experience with him. I think it was negative in a subtle way. Please be gentle, I've never ever spoken about this with anybody. I was 20 when I met my ex boyfriend. He was 12 years older than me.
I was unbelievably naive as a 20 year old. At university I would attend my lectures and then go home, I didn't drink (because of religious reasons) so skipped a lot of freshers type events and ended up making friends with the kind of people that also didn't drink (maybe slightly nerdy people if you want to stereotype). My parents before university had been incredibly overprotective of me because of an unfortunate incident on my way to school when I was in year 7. A stranger groped me and they basically doubled down and I never went anywhere without them after that. In my teens I was always quite annoyed they wouldn't let me go to friend's houses etc but at the ripe old age of 30 something I'm beginning to understand why they were like they were.
Anyway, I met him at a part time job I did in a supermarket. It was the first time any man had flirted with me and I was very excited that he called me pretty. We went to dinner and some more dates. I had my first kiss with him and I had no idea what I was doing. I had never ever contemplated anything sexual. The first time I went to his flat, he asked if he could kiss me. When I said yes, he took my knickers off and gave me oral. I had no idea that that was what he was asking me. I remember being so shocked that I became totally numb, literally felt pins and needles all over my body. Anyway we were together for 4 years. In hindsight I feel like he must have known how naive I was. I didn't know anything when it came to foreplay or sex (I suppose mostly due to the aforementioned sheltered life) so he taught me. There were a couple of occasions where I didn't want sex and said so, and although it wasn't violent he basically forced me into having sex. It was that that made me break up with him.
He was also a bit rubbish as a boyfriend in general. I would have to lend him money, I would pay for our meals and trips and holidays 95% of the time. He would forget my birthday, not make a fuss over valentine's etc. (not something I care about so much now but 20 year old me wanted to be romanced). He would also be a bit racist (my background is Asian) and like a total doormat I would laugh along with his jokes. I cringe thinking about how little integrity I had. I always felt pressured to compromise how I felt and my tastes etc. He joked once he wanted to bomb a mosque and I laughed along. He never went to university or college and would always say how uni students are so lazy and do worthless degrees (all the while I was at university myself). Whenever I got a decent a decent grade he would say stuff like 'he liked to think part of it was down to him because he always put me in a good mood'.
He did however always compliment my looks and my body etc. and I felt very attractive and special etc. when he would do that.
So it's now almost 8 years since I broke up with him and I find myself looking at his Instagram (which is public), I had a dream about him last night, I still wonder what he does, and I remember the relationship as exciting. But looking back with a critical lens I feel like it wasn't like that and he was in actual fact a much older man with a girl who barely understood her own womanhood if that makes sense. I recently had a baby with my DH (someone completely the opposite of my ex boyfriend - he is kind, good job, well mannered, always pays for me when we're out etc etc. But maybe is not so sexually forward like my ex was...) and I wonder if it is my hormones making me still think about my ex.
My ex was my only other partner other than DH. And it's because when I broke up with my ex I vowed to only settle for someone who was essentially a checklist of DH. I went on a tonne of first dates (and a handful of second and third dates) and then met DH. So I suppose I've still had quite a limited experience with being in a relationship in that respect. But I've always for some reason longed for my ex. I feel like I broke it off because I knew he wasn't great but I still liked him for some reason.
Sorry it's such a long post. I wanted to share it because I don't know why I feel like I do. And sort of just wanted to get it off my chest