I've always felt like I was different than most women. However today was one of those days where I realized that maybe I AM different.

I was asked today, "Who was your my first love?" I couldn't answer this question. Isn' t this supposed to be an easy question to answer. I don't know if I just have some unrealistic (TV) vision of romantic love; but no one's name popped into my head.

I could remember my first "official" boyfriend. I could remember the first person I had sex with. But I couldn't recall ever saying to myself... "OMG, I'm in love with him."

Do you think abuse can just destroy this concept?