As part of my quest to find my motivation, I've accepted the 30 Day Writing Challenge. Each post will be added to the main post HERE
My First Love
Welp, this is a quick and easy one. My first love sucked. He was a compulsive liar, a total bum, and one scary ex-love. I stayed with him or two years, lived with him, was engaged to him. His parents hated me and blamed me for everything he ever did wrong and he never stood up for me. He cheated on me and was a general waste of two years of my young life. He was an excellent lesson, if nothing else.
And that's that. I don't have fond memories of my time with him. My only explanation is that he was both my first kiss and my first sexual partner and, having been brought up Mormon, that meant to me that I had done something very, very wrong that I could only rectify by sticking with him and marrying him.
I refuse to allow my son to believe the same messed up things I was taught to believe, thus setting him up for the same ugly mistakes I made. No, I won't do that to him.