TuckandStuiesMom
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Oddly, reading through the love at first sight thread again got me thinking about posting this and I am hoping maybe you wise folks here can help me sort through some stuff...
Found out yesterday that my first serious boyfriend is suffering from early-onset dementia. Apparently it is fairly advanced.
I met this guy in college, when I was 18 and he was 20. After he graduated, I was miserable w/o him and after a couple long serious lonely long distance telephone calls, I dropped out of college to move out west to be with him. Unfortunately, he didn't tell me he had another girlfriend out here; and I was so mad that I moved in with his room mate instead. Fast forward 36 years: my husband (you guessed it -- the room mate) and I have had a good life and 5 really great kids.
my ex bf -- not so much. Despite being absolutely brilliant and doing some very important early work in his field, he never had any kids (yes -- he wanted them), his marriage and subsequent relationships all fell apart, he kind of lost direction and now: this horrible awful unspeakable thing.
Periodically over the years, we'd run into each other every now and then; and politely snarl a little at each other. Now I just feel sad. Devastated really. Part of it, I suspect is the whole "road not traveled" thing. And maybe I'm just feeling my own mortality -- I don't know. Do you think it's possible to be mad at somebody for 30+ years and yet still be heartbroken to hear of a tragedy like this? Partly, I think I'm mad at myself right now for not being more sympathetic during his earlier more mundane troubles...
Found out yesterday that my first serious boyfriend is suffering from early-onset dementia. Apparently it is fairly advanced.
I met this guy in college, when I was 18 and he was 20. After he graduated, I was miserable w/o him and after a couple long serious lonely long distance telephone calls, I dropped out of college to move out west to be with him. Unfortunately, he didn't tell me he had another girlfriend out here; and I was so mad that I moved in with his room mate instead. Fast forward 36 years: my husband (you guessed it -- the room mate) and I have had a good life and 5 really great kids.
my ex bf -- not so much. Despite being absolutely brilliant and doing some very important early work in his field, he never had any kids (yes -- he wanted them), his marriage and subsequent relationships all fell apart, he kind of lost direction and now: this horrible awful unspeakable thing.
Periodically over the years, we'd run into each other every now and then; and politely snarl a little at each other. Now I just feel sad. Devastated really. Part of it, I suspect is the whole "road not traveled" thing. And maybe I'm just feeling my own mortality -- I don't know. Do you think it's possible to be mad at somebody for 30+ years and yet still be heartbroken to hear of a tragedy like this? Partly, I think I'm mad at myself right now for not being more sympathetic during his earlier more mundane troubles...