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First Love or Last Love

Being My Husband's First and Last Love

By Amanda J MollettPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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To be or not to be the first love... that is the question.

Would you rather be someone's first love or last love?

I used to think that being someone's first love was a big thing. Don't get me wrong it is, but I think its even better to someone's last love. Especially if you are with the right person, maybe even you are not only their first love, but their last love as well.

My husband and I had different views on what a first love is. The way I looked at it... a first love was that first person you are in a relationship with. Not a junior high boyfriend, but a real long term relationship. Maybe the first person you kissed, had sex with, or lived with. The first love of your life would be the one that you never forgot and the one who was hard to get over. They are the one that you compare every other possible relationship to.

My husband looked at this differently, and he made me do the same as well. He told me once or twice that I was his first love. I asked him what he meant, how that could be because I knew he had another long term relationship where he was engaged to a girl, lived with her and had what I thought was a longer relationship then what they actually did have, so how could I have been his first love?

I loved his answer to this question. He said that yes it's true that he lived with someone, but it was more like being roommates where he and I would have a home together. Yes it's true that he asked someone to marry him, but it was not the same as with us. I am his first love, even though those girls came before me, because I am the one he shares everything with, I will be the only one to be mother to his kids. I am the one he wants to change his life for. I am the one that makes him feel loved and supported. I make him want to be a better man. This to him is what being a true first love is.

I thought about what he told me and I looked at my own thoughts, and I believed he had a point. My husband was right and believe me that's something he doesn't hear that often.

The way that I used to look at my first love, I thought it was my first real long term boyfriend. Now I don't even think of him as long-term. When we used to stay out and drive around until 6AM , when we used to spend so much time together, used to work together, when you are young you think that is your first love. Sure we had fun, but as you get older you see what is really true and what isn't. Now I know that my husband is my first love and most definitely my last love. He's the only true love I've ever known or will ever know. He is my forever. I am one of the lucky ones who can say they married their first love, and even though he wasn't the first guy I dated, he is my first love. Why? Because he's the one who loves everything I am. I can be the crazy me, or the ball-busting me, the hard-to-handle me, and he still loves me as he does the sweet, pure me. He thinks I'm perfect even when I'm not. He was the one to break down my walls. He was the one that I saw my life with, he's the one I saw as the father of my kids. The man I'd go through fire for.

I am blessed to have him be my last as well. I think that is even better than being his first, although I love being both. I won't be his first kiss, but I will be his last.

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About the Creator

Amanda J Mollett

First, and foremost I am a mom…always . I am a proud mom of a graduate & artist. I am a author/writer and a journalist. I have multiple certificates in journalism and various writing certificates such as novel writing and creative writing.

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