Have you ever thought about what your life might be like now if you had ended up with the first person you ever loved? If you had never experienced the pain of breaking up? If your sexual experiences all involved the same person?
I know people who married their first love, some of whom have been married for decades. They seem to have fared just fine without looking for greener grass or even a different pasture.
I didn’t marry until I was 27 and there were other loves in my life. I’m sad to say that at least one of my boyfriends is no longer living. Although there was no one that I would rather be with today, I learned a lot from those earlier relationships. And I certainly grew and changed in that decade.
Any thoughts? Is life’s collective experience worth the complication it brings?