My First Love
This is the story of my first love.Â
His name is Path Duck.
we were both in elementary, he was 4 grades above me. I have always been much more old mentally, and struggled getting friends because I was socially awkward (still am btw!) and Path had a bit learning difficulties, was a bit mentally younger and was bullied for being childish. He also struggled with getting friends. One day we met eachother, and we lived in the same neighborhood, like a couple of houses from eachother. I donât remember how or when it happened,m but at sleepovers we grew closer, ended up kissing and other intimate things. I was in love, and he was the first.Â
One day, my mother and I moved because she was pregnant (which will be the next story) and we needed a bigger space to live with the coming baby and her new boyfriend, so I lost contact with Path, and my mother seemed kinda relieved. I never understood why, but I will get to that.
I always thought about him and wanted to reconnect.
Years and years later as adults we kinda found eachother again.Â
We had both changed drastically. I was more mature, gotten to know myself way better, gotten more feminine and comfortable with being a rainbow.
He on the other hand, had turned into a very stereotypical redneck. Misogynistic and homophobic (as I later lealized, he just hated everything feminine, and when he heard âgayâ he automatically thought about femboys) AND he was very transphobic, did not at all recognize me being non-binary and thought it was weird.
But for some reason he didnât want to lose contact with me again. I just think he was deeply in the closet from his homophobic and transphobic parents. He also had som extremely racist remarks which was the last straw for me. No matter where his issues came from, he was being extremely bigoted and hurtfull towards me, the entire LGBTQ+ community and POC. I blocked him.
The whole ordeal makes me kinda depressed, because he was not like that when we first met. But glad I found out.
This was also why my mother wasnât really too concerned when we first lost contact, because she saw a lot of this, but couldnât really separate us, but the move was her opportunity to let us part ways more ânaturallyâ... Yeah, howâd you feel that worked out mom?
Anyways, thanks for reading!














