Write about your first love — whether a person, place or thing. in Prompts

My first love (person) was Alex. He was my world.

We met at a highschool dance. We went on a few dates and had our Kodak moments. Our first kiss was like something out of a teen romance novel. Our relationship was full of Kodak moments. Singing together in the car, getting stopped on stop of the Ferris wheel and watching fireworks, our first time having sex being awkward and really sweet and romantic, when he gave me a promise ring about 2 years in to our relationship, when he proposed to me the day after my birthday (with an engagement ring and everything).

He was my first everything.

Though our relationship wasn’t all hearts and flowers.

We fought a lot. I was crazy and manipulative and jealous. I hated when he chose to hang out with his friends over me (even though he saw me every week). I hated his girl friends. I hated when he didn’t want to talk on the phone with me at night (even though he spent every night talking on the phone with me for 3+ hours). I wold cry and make his life a living hell until i got exactly what I wanted. I was awful and he put up with my shit.

Things were getting better towards the end though. I’d grown up and realized I don’t always get my way and that what I was doing was hurting him. Then I got pregnant. And he left. He said, “Whatever you do with it, it is not mine. I want nothing to do with it. I will deny that it is mine until the day I die.”

I was heartbroken and devastated. We fought for weeks. I decided to keep it. He was my child and I was going to raise him and love him with or without Alex. I ended up miscarrying. I was broken. In some ways I still am. he came crawling back. Apologizing for leaving me to deal with this alone. I took him back. But, that was when the relationship fell apart.

He asked me to marry him after my birthday before college started. I accepted. We weren’t going to get married until after we graduated.

We kept getting into fights. He didn’t want to skype me or talk to me ever and I just wanted to maintain some sort of communication while we were at different schools. We got into a massive fight. He said, “We are done.We’re over.” I said, “Fine.” I hung up, got ready and went out. That was the night I cheated on him. I was not drunk. I was angry and childish and hurt.

I told him and he was pissed. He left for about 2 days and he only took me back because he fucked me over when I was pregnant.

Needless to say, we were never the same after that. He cheated on me. I cheated on him. We barely talked ever. I broke up with him because we weren’t happy and it was time to stop holding on to something that was broken beyond repair.

That’s the story of Alex. My first love. My first heart break. My first real lesson on relationships.