Your First Love... (page 3)

tetrapod.sapien

i was 20. she was 30. it was sweet while it lasted. but we grew apart.

TS (of the love older women and the odd one loves me back class)

I met my first love at age 14. I knew he was my soulmate. We dated for four years and during a quarrel I met someone else and married him. I remember standing there on my wedding day wishing I was someplace else but I went through with it. He became and JW and we had two children. It was a very difficult marriage. It lasted ten long years.....We tried marriage counselling twice.. He became very controlling and fanatical and critisied my every move in life...I wanted to kill myself many times. I met my first love again and he had never married and was still in love with me and I with him so after five years of nightmare from my ex we got married and had two children and have been married to 20 years now. I love him with all my heart and I am so grateful that we had a chance to have a life. If I died tomorrow I know what it feels like to be truly loved and to truly love someone....some say it sounds like a fairy tale..but it is true.

misanthropic

Arwen, what a great story!

misspeaches

I never had a first love until the guy I am with now. Thanks to my JW upbringing I was pretty much alone until I made my fade... I am so in love with this guy. He is so in love with me. I waited all my life starving for affection and now I am bombarded with it...

free2beme

In all honesty, it was the first person I had sex with and no we were not married. I was doing something behind my parents back and we were having sex as much as possible and I was proud! I thought I was in love with the person and now I see I just liked the sex. We would leave at lunch during High School to go home at have sex, have sex after school and every Friday and Saturday night when I was suppose to be at friends houses, we were having sex. No wonder I was in such good shape then, my body was getting the major work out. Went through cases of condoms, and to be honest, I think it was fun and I have no regrets. Practice makes perfect and when my wedding night hit, as a Witness, lets just say I knew what I was doing and my spouse didn't mind. To answer questions though,

- I never told the elders

- My spouse knew and figured it was no ones business

- I still wonder where that person from High School is, as I never saw them again after getting serious into the Witnesses (Pioneering, etc.)

PaulJ

My first love was football (soccer)... its doing well i think.

Billygoat

My first love was when I was in the 4th grade, with a boy at the Kingdom Hall who was a year older than me. He was the 2nd oldest of five boys from a family that wasn't looked too highly at. Single mother pioneer, DFed father, all the boys were darling but a bit naughty. Johnny was the handsomest and sweetest boy. Dark black hair, tan skin, and cerulean blue eyes that makes the sky look grey. We used to pass notes back and forth at the meetings. I'd lay my bible down and he'd stick a piece of paper in it. Or he'd give the note to his little brothers to bring to me. LOL We used to love being in the same car group when we went out in field service. We'd hold hands under our coats or bookbags. LOL! He was my boyfriend off and on until I was a sophomore in high school. He was my first kiss. My best friend (worldly next door neighbor) dated his older brother Harold for a summer and the four of us used to hang out at the local pool and park. Fun times! So innocent back then.

My father hated Johnny. He was handsome and a little cocky and I loved the "bad boy" image he always personafied. He wasn't baptized, not gonna get baptized, and just wanted to work on cars. LOL - such a James Dean character. It wasn't any secret he didn't like my dad either. I think he saw how abusive my dad was and was mad that he couldn't do anything about it. I remember Johnny telling me if we got married, I'd never have to worry about money as he'd take care of me and he promised he'd NEVER hit me like my dad. I thought he was my knight in shining armor. I remember my dad yelling at me that if I married Johnny, then I'd be living in a trailer down on River Road with 4 of his rugrats running around and he'd be hauling water for a living. I hated my dad for saying that. He didn't know the Johnny I knew...it was so much more than the boy boy my dad saw. When I moved out of state in my sophomore year, Johnny and I lost touch. I heard he had a hard time with our breakup, but since I was 2,000 miles away with a very oppressive father, it was hard to write or call or anything. I couldn't even check on him as our mutual friend was killed in a car wreck that year too. We didn't talk for years.

I saw him about 6 years ago when I went back to visit my grandparents. I bumped into him at Kroger. We nearly cried when we saw each other. We hugged and hugged for a long time in the canned vegetable aisle. People walked by with their carts looking at us funny. He was about 40 lbs heavier and losing his hair. He was wearing a work boots and a jumpsuit of some kind, with oil and dirt all over it and he was a mess. He didn't look well. His beautiful blue eyes had greyed and he had huge bags under his eyes and lines on his face. Life had been hard on him. He didn't have the same "bad boy" spark I remembered in him. He did marry a worldly girl and had four kids with her. They lived on River Road in an Airstream and he hauled water for a living. OMG! I was so sad...my dad was right! LOL

I've emailed with him a bit over the years. He's divorced now and has custody of his kids as his wife didn't seem to care about anything but herself. He got a decent job at a local plant. I do feel sorry for Johnny though. I feel like Life and growing up a JW got the best of him.

Here's to you John. I wish you the best Life you can imagine for yourself.

joelbear

My First Love was a boy I went to school with named David. I met him in Junior High and was friends with him all the way through high school. We played tennis together and went and bought Penthouse Magazines together. He enjoyed them more than I did I am sure.

I dreamt of him a lot when I was a teenager. A few years ago I caught up with him and had dinner with him and I was as infatuated as ever. sigh.

Country Girl

Kind of from the other side: my husband now was my stalker then. I was 30, and he was 19. My son was 4. That guy just never gave up. We had a nice little affair when I was 30, and he was 19. He was a physics major at his University. Way smarter that I was. We went together two months and then I broke up with him because he was just TOO YOUNG. Surprise! Fortunately, we had forged a friendship that never stopped. He loved me, he loved my son, and that was JUST IT for him. No matter who I was dating, what I was doing, he just kept being there all the time. One time, even, he BROUGHT Xmas presents into our house, and I called the law on him because I don't think people with no keys should come into your house. The detective told me that the Judge probably wouldn't give him a very long sentence for breaking into our house and BRINGING stuff. The detectives went over to talk to him and he told them I was crazy. No charges were filed. In 1995, I finally decided that no one would EVER love me like that again.. and I married him. My son was just a child, he was 11 when we got married. But my husband had been with him since 5 years old.

We've been married 8 years now, and so my stalker became my husband. He's good to me, and he's raised my kid. He's a good husband. He doesn't abuse me, he's honest, doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs. He's a bit more Republican than I care for, but that's his thing. Mostly... we're just friends.. the best of friends..

Country

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