My first love was an emotionally abusive jackwad, but I was too young to recognize that. I come from a small town where emotionally and physically abusive relationships are the norm, unfortunately. My parents only had a small period of this, thankfully, before my father sobered up. But being exposed to a culture where it's okay for your significant other to treat you like absolute shit, demand things (be it money, sex, time, etc) that you do not want to give, and physically hurt you, really warped my sense of what "normal" love should look like.
My first *real* love, though, is the man I'm with right now. It's been a long and tumultuous journey, because we both didn't know what a loving and caring relationship was supposed to feel like. (He's from the same place I am, oddly enough.) But we've figured it out, and now we complete each other. (As corny as that sounds....)
My first *real* love, though, is the man I'm with right now. It's been a long and tumultuous journey, because we both didn't know what a loving and caring relationship was supposed to feel like. (He's from the same place I am, oddly enough.) But we've figured it out, and now we complete each other. (As corny as that sounds....)