This post by DadsHouse made me think about my dating history since I started falling in love-way back when I was 16. My first love affair was with the senior captain of several sports teams, prom king, you know the deal. I wasn’t interested in him at first, but all my best girlfriends were. And they told me I was crazy to deny the affections of such a stellar young man. (For the record, he was and still is a wonderful person-you couldn’t ask for a better first boyfriend). So, for just about the only time ever, I caved to peer pressure and said “yes” to a big, fat, topaz birth-stoned, yarn-wrapped ring around my finger. It was fun and I remember the first kiss, the first time he held my hand…there is nothing like that initial spine tingling sense of something you’ve never felt before. And he had this fresh smell of fabric softener or soap. To this day, that smell brings me back. Anyway, digressing as usual. The point is that although I thought we’d get married and so on, he was just the first in a long line of boys I thought I’d marry and spend forever with.
Aaah, teenage love.
Anyway, DadsHouse’s post made me think about the pieces of ourselves that we lose when we end a relationship. Mainly the emotional repercussions of sexual relationships. I know I’m going to share that part of the dialogue with my daughter. Sharing so much and such special times, hurts more when you do part…I still miss the people I spent lots of time with over the years. Although I wouldn’t trade where I’m at, I do wonder if it would have been better to have those relationships be a little less “meaningful” maybe? Every relationship I have, I give so much of myself and love so completely, that you can’t help but lose a sliver of yourself when it ends. And to always have that “what if” factor? And is that little piece you are missing more critical than the life experiences you gained while you were dating the people in question? Some of my long term relationships taught me more about life than any college course ever did. I learned about different types of people, various relationship skills and each partner brought something new to the table, whether it be a hobby they shared with me, a skill they taught, a book they gave me.
The woman I am today is all even-keeled and low key, low drama, because of all those factors that combined together to make me who I am.
But it’s hard not to wonder sometimes-especially when some of the people you left seem a much better fit for the now version of you, than they were for the then version. I completely don’t regret any of my actions, but a couple of years ago, I knew I’d screwed up big with the guy I was missing.
Do you think you left some people who would have made your life even better?