When I was a kid (lol - well - in my late teens/early 20's. I guess I'm old now so I call myself a "kid" at that age) - I had a long term relationship with this girl. She was the first girl I was ever with, my first real girlfriend, the girl I lost my virginity to, etc. Ended up marrying her later, and divorcing her, but that's another story.
She was my first, but I wasn't her first. She'd been with 9 people before me...and to be honest...that bit of info really bugged me. For a while, in the formative part of our relationship, it's probably fair to say it consumed a ton of my thoughts. I remember going to college and sitting in my lecture hall consumed by the number "9". I'd look to the front of the room and count out 9 people - and think to myself "that's the number of people that have had sex with her". I'd be extra sensitive to any information that I felt could give me more info. Like I could figure out little details of her past experiences and piece them together...and it really bugged me.
For months and months I was distracted constantly by that stuff. I remember going to the mall and Christmas shopping with her - and having crappy stuff cross my mind about her. I remember a weird form of jealousy. All sorts of unhealthy feelings.
But one day I realized there was NOTHING healthy about continuing to entertain that line of thought. Either I was going to stay with her and learn to accept things that could not change (and be okay with them) - or else I had to go. I chose to stay, and learned to put it out of my mind.
In retrospect, it was kinda for naught and I probably should have just left (lol), but I wouldn't have learned a good life lesson at the time...which is that we rarely analyze ourselves objectively...we should not judge others by the (often) erroneous beliefs we have about our own motivations...and that focusing on the past of someone we're supposed to love is in no way productive because it cannot be changed.
What I mean by the first part is - it was unfair for me to judge her as being "of easy virtue" because she had been with more people than me - because I wasn't a virgin for some noble reason. I simply wasn't a hit with the ladies when I was a teenager. If I could have had sex with 50 people, I would have had sex with 50 people. That's being honest. Sure, I might have built up this whole "I'm saving myself for the right one and sex ought mean something" mantra in my mind - but did I really believe that? In all honesty - no. It's kind of like that old fable about the fox and the apple tree. It's best to learn to disdain something that you likely aren't gonna get. That's really what was going on.
So, wasn't my criticism of her in a sense sort of a weird jealousy over her simply having more opportunity? And how righteous is that? People really make an effort to see themselves in a good light - and it's often fictional - so it's unfair to judge others in that context.
I liked that lesson.