When my boyfriend and I dated the first time around, back when we were teens, we were very serious. We spent as much time as possible together, we left out friends behind, for the most part. He stayed out our house frequently – he even had a bed. We talked about everything, secrets were a bad idea, or so we thought. On my 18th birthday, he picked me up, took me to his house and then sat with me when I suddenly came down with an upset stomach. I barfed and barfed and barfed, he sat beside me. We had very few boundaries. 
Back then, …read more