Mine was definitely the devirginator. Such a long story, but a week after we slept together for the first time, he slept with another girl. We weren't "technically" together, but... I was totally in love with him. And totally convinced that if I gave him my virginity, he would realize he was in love with me too. Even though we were really nothing more than friends.

Needless to say, he was 16 and not so difficult to convince to go along with my plan, but... my plan was not so fool proof. And a week later I was in the locker room when a freshman came up to me and asked if I would talk to her for a second. I hardly knew the girl at all, but she started by saying she knew he and I were friends and asking if he had said anything to me about her (he hadn't). After a few minutes of bouncing around the subject, she finally said she had gone over to his house the night before and slept with him. She WASN'T a virgin, but she did like him and wanted to know if she he liked her too. I don't think she was prepared for my reaction at all.

I basically flipped out, stormed out of the locker room, found him within seconds, and began crying and screaming and throwing books at him. Right there in the hallway, in front of teachers and students and everyone. Losing my effing mind. And the worst part was, it caught everyone so off guard that no one did anything to stop it and I never did get in trouble. Even the teachers pretended like it wasn't happening at all because I think they were embarrassed FOR me. He didn't say much of anything (just shielded himself from everything I was throwing his way), but he wound up leaving the school right after that (he was my ride, so I had to call my dad to get me), and then I took the next few days off school. Stayed home and cried and cried and cried.

We didn't talk for about 6 months after that, and during that time he started seriously dating another girl - which KILLED me. I seriously never thought I was going to get over it. But then one day, in the summer, he sent me an e-mail saying he wanted us to talk. And so we did, and over that summer - we kind of just fell right back into being friends. JUST friends. When he and that girlfriend (who was arguably HIS first love) broke up and he pretty much broke down over that, I was the one who was there to talk him through all that. And that was pretty much when we started being each other's breakup therapist.

I didn't really get over it until I was 18 and met the next guy I really fell for though. I pretty much harbored all those feelings for the DV until the next guy came along. So funny to think about now, because I just don't feel ANYTHING romantic for him at all, and I can't imagine him ever being anything more than my friend. But holy crap... at the time, I was pretty sure my life would never be OK if we didn't end up together!

My first heartbreak was my freshman year.  I had been seeing the boy (who was a sophomore) for about 6 months when he ended the relationship seemingly out of nowhere.  I was crushed and never got any answers.  He was a pretty popular (yet humble) athlete, and surprisingly he never seemed to have any more girlfriends during high school. After he graduated I never saw or heard of him again.  Not true.  At some point someone told me that his family had become mormon and they all moved out of state after he graduated.  Thats all I knew.  

Fast-forward 15 years.  

Last year I became FB friends with one of his closest high school buddies.  The old boyfriend was not on FB, and although I had tried googling him out of curiosity, I got nowhere.  He has the same name as a famous athlete, so its pretty much impossible to find anything on him.

Anyhow, I asked my FB friend if he was still in contact with him.  He said he was, so I asked him if he would give him my email address.  2 days later I received the longest, most heart-felt apology letter/email from the old boyfriend.  He had carried the burden of how he had treated me for 20 years, and was so relieved to finally apologize.  He was happily married with kids, and was very careful with his words, and also wanted to make sure it was ok with my husband that we were corresponding.

After exchanging a few emails back and forth, I found out he had suffered from severe OCD in high school and the effects of that is why he ended things with me.  I won't go into all the details as it is his story, but I felt really bad for him, and it finally all made sense to me.

He told me that he did try to contact me when he returned from his 2 year mission, but my parents told him I had just gotten married.  He had intended to apologize, and ask me out again.  He hadn't had a girlfriend since he had broken things off with me 5 years earlier.  Even though we are both happily married, it was nice to have that closure.  It was nice knowing that he intended to pursue me again.  I had always wondered what I had done wrong to make him break up with me.  You can imagine how a 15 year old takes rejection with little to no answers.  It was nice to know that it truly wasn't me, it was him and his own issues he was dealing with. And it was me he came back to after he dealt with them.

I shared my last email with him about 3 months ago.  We really don't have a reason to communicate anymore.  I think it was a nice reconciliation for both of us, and now we will move on with our own lives.

I was 17 and he was 19.  He was an English Gap student.  He was totally lovely, and Lana, it was real love that I felt for him, even though I was so young.  I hope I remember that when DD's older too.

He stayed in Australia for a few months, then went back to England.  My heart was broken.  A year later I followed him over, but we'd drifted apart by then.  I knew that, and didn't expect anything, but we stayed friends.  DH and he really liked each other, and he stayed with us when he came out for a holiday a few years later.  He and my sister, who has lived in England for over 20 years, became really close and she ended up marrying his best friend.  He was godfather to their son.

When he was 30, he began having blackouts.  He was diagnosed with multiple brain tumours and died when he was 32.  He was one of those truly special people who light up a room.  It was like he was a light and people (everyone - it was amazing!) flew close to him.  He packed a lot of life into his 32 years, and it was a privilege to have been part of his life.  

I'm crying now.  Can you tell I still love him a little bit?

(If you're a fb friend, I have a pic of him and me at my school formal (prom) in my pics.  Please ignore the nasty 1990 dress I was wearing.  I can't help it; it was nearly the 80s!!  Also, if you have a look at it, please don't comment on it.  I've since become fb friends with his brother, SIL and another ex.  I don't really want it brought to their attention.  Not that they'd care, but still...I don't want to surprise any of them with it unexpectedly.  But comment here, because he was such a cutie and I'd love to know what you all think. :)

My first boyfriend when I was 15. We didn't even go out for very long. (None of my high school lasted more than a month! I had no idea what I wanted!) But it was still a heart break. He is the ONLY boy to ever break up with me.

I actually see him from time to time on Facebook and he's a complete idiot. Nothing lost there;-)

I think it took me till I was 16 when I found a new guy that I thought was forever.  That first BF was at 14 and we lasted till just after I turned 15.

It lasted about 8-9 months and he was my first everything =/

I see him now and again in the street 'cause we reside in the same area but I don't take him on 'cause he did what he wanted to do and I was just a little girl who didn't know much =/

Today I'm a better person! 

My first heart break turned out to be one of the defining "moments" of my life. It was my senior year, my HS sweetheart and I had it all planned out. We were going to go to the same college, get married after a couple of years and live happily every after. Then he dumped me for another girl. In the middle of this happening someone turned my best guy friend against me and the two things combined crushed my world. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I was a total wreck. I had always been a little overweight and lost over 30lbs in a very short period of time. I had always been a little bashful and while I never thought I was ugly, I never thought I was pretty either. I had a lot of confidence in my intelligence, my athletic abilities, and I was super funny, but I didn't think of myself as being a pretty girl at all. 

During this time a girl that I worked with got dumped by her boyfriend for her best friend. One day we had lunch break at the same time and went to get ice cream. We sat there at DQ staring at our blizzards totally unable to eat them, but that one day started a friendship.

That girl was the homecoming queen, head cheerleader...she was everything I thought I wasn't and so so so pretty. One day she looked at me and said, you are "so pretty it makes me sick". I told her she was on crack and she was so shocked that I felt the way I did and went on to list everything about me that made me beautiful in her eyes and why she thought I was crazy. She changed how I viewed myself and brought me out of my shell in a lot of ways. Not just on that day in that moment, but in the way that she refused to allow me to think I was anything less than beautiful and totally awesome. 

Over 15 years later she is still one of my closest, dearest friends and she is still totally my cheerleader and that one friend that no matter how wrong I might be....always finds a way to spin it so that I am right (ha ha, everyone needs one of those!!).  

I also decided at the last minute to go to a different college which was the best decision I could have made. I met my husband there and the career I have now is a direct result of my decision to attend that University.

I really should send that HS boyfriend a thank you card!! :)

Awwww!!!  This made me tear up!!!  I do NOT look forward to this day with my kids.  It will break my heart!

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S.I.F. said ...
I basically flipped out, stormed out of the locker room, found him within seconds, and began crying and screaming and throwing books at him. Right there in the hallway, in front of teachers and students and everyone. Losing my effing mind. And the worst part was, it caught everyone so off guard that no one did anything to stop it and I never did get in trouble. Even the teachers pretended like it wasn't happening at all because I think they were embarrassed FOR me. He didn't say much of anything (just shielded himself from everything I was throwing his way), but he wound up leaving the school right after that (he was my ride, so I had to call my dad to get me), and then I took the next few days off school. Stayed home and cried and cried and cried.

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This is going to sound really dumb... but the first and only break up I can remember is when I met the love of my life at 19 and after TWO MONTHS of pure bliss, he broke up with me.  I was devastated.  I sobbed endlessly for a month, no lie. 

I found another boyfriend, but was constantly comparing everyone to my "real love"...

My real love and I got back together after almost exactly 3 years... and we've been together ever since.  We'll celebrate 18 years together this June.

Wow, how awesome that you got that closure and what a good guy in the end... 

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Sugar said ...
He told me that he did try to contact me when he returned from his 2 year mission, but my parents told him I had just gotten married.  He had intended to apologize, and ask me out again.  He hadn't had a girlfriend since he had broken things off with me 5 years earlier.  Even though we are both happily married, it was nice to have that closure.  It was nice knowing that he intended to pursue me again.  I had always wondered what I had done wrong to make him break up with me.  You can imagine how a 15 year old takes rejection with little to no answers.  It was nice to know that it truly wasn't me, it was him and his own issues he was dealing with. And it was me he came back to after he dealt with them.

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OMG, this is the best story ever!:)  I am sitting here grinning like an idiot:)

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Heather said ...
That girl was the homecoming queen, head cheerleader...she was everything I thought I wasn't and so so so pretty. One day she looked at me and said, you are "so pretty it makes me sick". I told her she was on crack and she was so shocked that I felt the way I did and went on to list everything about me that made me beautiful in her eyes and why she thought I was crazy. She changed how I viewed myself and brought me out of my shell in a lot of ways. Not just on that day in that moment, but in the way that she refused to allow me to think I was anything less than beautiful and totally awesome. 

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