My husband and I met at the orientation weekend of our freshman year at college. By the end of September, we were dating and by Thanksgiving, we both knew we would eventually marry. At 18 years old, we weren’t ready for marriage, nor were our parents keen on us getting married so young. We dated that year, sophomore year and junior year. Toward the end of our junior year we were struggling for many reasons. In our immaturity, we had developed many patterns of relating that were not healthy. We agreed we should break up.
That time was very hard for both of us. We remained broken up for another two years. I remember describing the fear and sadness I was feeling as a black hole.