My First Love
And that's that. I don't have fond memories of my time with him. My only explanation is that he was both my first kiss and my first sexual partner and, having been brought up Mormon, that meant to me that I had done something very, very wrong that I could only rectify by sticking with him and marrying him.
I refuse to allow my son to believe the same messed up things I was taught to believe, thus setting him up for the same ugly mistakes I made. No, I won't do that to him.