He wound up spending time in a state mental hospital. Last I checked, he up and moved to California to follow a girl that's never met him, and when I asked how he knew her, he said they've met...in dreams. I think I dodged a bullet.
Honestly, I don't know her well enough to say. I went home on leave, went down to my brother's college, and met one of his friends there. She asked me where I was sleeping within half an hour of meeting me. She's a standard sorority girl - not very smart, very bubbly, and very nice. I'm imagining life with her to be very pleasantly mediocre.
I could have done a lot worse, who knows, maybe I even did. He was my first love, dated for 2 1/2 years in high school, he was from a great family, captain of the tennis team, genuinely a nice nice guy. Instead of marrying his high school sweetheart, he married his college sweetheart and seems to be doing quite well for himself. I'm sure I would be living the Country Club life, which wouldn't be a bad way to live. On the flipside, I had some serious wild oats to sow, which I did after I broke up with him. In reality if I hadn't had a chance to get that out of my system, I probably would be running a call girl ring or dealing meth out of my quiet suburban home, so things ultimately probably worked out for the best.
I'd be married to a pretty successful guitar player, still hot, inked out and the sweetest guy. Except, it's a Christian rock band, he's VERY religious, and his mom probably still hates me. She walked in on me corrupting her son and made him break up with me. It wouldn't be a very harmonious union, I'm sure.
Assuming that divorce wasn't an immediate option? I can only assume we'd now have matching mullets and his and hers flannel shirts with the sleeves cut off. Or I'd have killed myself. She was pretty in those days, she's not anymore. And as much fun as she was at the time - she's complete white trash now.
I still talk to my first (22 years ago) from time to time. If we were married? Wouldn't be that terrible. She's a bit odd, but not in a bad way, we still get along. She was married to my best friend (no longer my best friend for a multitude of reasons, her not being one of them) for a few years, so that would be weird, but otherwise, it would probably have been ok.