I loved my husband (now ex), obviously, but, I was only sixteen when I met him. It was a true love, but, not like how I fell in love with my ex boyfriend (whom I dated about a year after my divorce). I still haven't decided if it was a mistake or not. He most certainly, though, was my first real, true, hard, passionate, adult love and my first real, true, hard, passionate, adult heartbreak as well. His name is Brandon.