The story of the first time you fell in love with someone.......

atypical_boro said:
I think she’s probably reached the point where the love became so overwhelming she has now subconsciously blocked me out and can barely remember my existence. 😁
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That's what happens with deep trauma, mate. Don't blame yourself. You came into her life too soon; it was too much.

It happens. She's probably still healing tbf
 
On The Bob said:
I was 18 and she was 17. We originally started chatting online through Faceparty of all places!

We shared a love of music and gigs. We had been chatting online for a few months and then one night we happened to be at the same gig. I originally walked past her without realising but she found me later at the bar (what a surprise!).

She tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned around, there was this petit brunette with dark eyes and amazing smile. I was instantly smitten.

At first, I thought she was just being friendly as thought she was a bit out of my league 😂

Things progressed that night and we quickly went on a few dates and became an item.

The early months were amazing, but thing started unravelling after 6-9 months. It was a pretty intense relationship. The last 3 months were on and off and then we seemed to get back to a good place.

Just as I thought we were back on track. We met up after separate nights out with friends. Went back to hers and woke up the next morning and she broke it off.

The day was literally our 1 year anniversary of being together. I’d booked a night away in Leeds for us which was all paid for, so ended up taking my mate short notice and getting ruined! 🤣

We were both young and stupid but you don’t realise it at the time. Even after we broke up, things would still happen with us.

We often went to the same clubs / bars etc. and things just got messy, especially as I was on a major rebound at the time. Things weren’t amicable for a long time.

3-4 years later, we bumped into each other on a night out after not seeing each other for a long time. We got talking and managed to build a few bridges. There was still that connection between us but we both were in new relationships by this point. We were both happy though which was the main thing.

I think she eventually got married and moved away to Leeds. The irony! 🙈🤣
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6-9 months is where the doubts creep in at that age (or potentially at any age). 3-6 months is the best period, when you now know each other and still really dig each other.
 
equaliser said:
6-9 months is where the doubts creep in at that age (or potentially at any age). 3-6 months is the best period, when you now know each other and still really dig each other.
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Absolutely. I learned a lot from that relationship at 18-19.

It also put me off relationships for about 2 years but I was also young and enjoying myself so didn’t want to get tied down.

We both made mistakes and I learnt from them which improved my future relationships with other girlfriends.

Long time ago now mind. Been with the current missus nearly 12 years - scary! 😆
 
Weirdly she was my first girlfriend/childhood sweetheart/attraction/first sexual experiences best friend. My first and I hung out over the summer and she introduced me to her best mate and that was that, me and her mate became inseperable which lead to a weird triangle and lots of resentment but some 'interesting moments' for three 15-17 year olds jacked up on hormones and our parents stolen drink.

The girl who I'd become smitten with had already lost her mum and her dad was terminally ill at the time so we had his house. When he passed she lived alone as a 17 year old in a council house. We split time between her place and mine and my parents helped as much as possible to look after her. I still don't know how a girl who was 16 at the time of his death was allowed to live alone like that and I'm glad I was there for her.

She became interested in older lads and ended up dating a lad who had bullied me as a kid which felt like a betrayal to me at the time. They're married with kids now but I've always sensed a 'what if' in the moments we've crossed paths and he absolutely hates me, still the same bully he always was last I saw him. Suppose that's quite telling.

It did teach me that trauma forms bonds and my relationships afterwards for a long time seemed to follow a pattern of this. Whether this was bad luck, my willingness to take on difficult situations, a subconscious desire to help or a combination of the above, I don't know. Maybe broken people gravitate towards some people more than others. Life is strange.
 
She seemed enormous the evening I met her, she ponged too, it was a very odd smell, but I got used to it over the years. I was very very young when we began things.

Despite her vast size and the smell and that she also let numerous men play on her, it did hurt at times, she let me down many many times. There were times when I scurried away from her cursing her very existence, but I always went back.

There were tears, sometimes I was left sobbing like big baby, heartbroken, although it wasn't her fault entirely.

There were great happy joyous times, but there was seldom warmth from her only spasms for a few weeks each year.

We met in March 1968, it was an international league v league affair, she was 65 and I was only 7, the lights that night made her green shine like nothing I have seen since, her scent - of liniment, pipe tobacco, bovril, cigarettes made with a blend of horse $ hite and bus tickets, but it is my favourite odour and you just cant make or get that sort of smell again.

I stayed with Ayresome until she finally disappeared after 27 years and now I have a new love that I've been with 29 years, its not the same sort of love, awful smell of burgers and anxiety at times. But she has given me some historic and unforgettable moments. But as they say you never forget your first love.
 
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