What was your hardest "first"?

Winning nes legend of Zelda.

Recently, it was losing my passport in a foreign country.

Before that, probably learning to stand on my own two feet as a single person after a long term marriage.

Having to call my folks as a teenager to have them come bail me out of jail. (drinking under age)
There was no second and there never will be.

My first day of sobriety.

Second was quitting smoking cold turkey.

Should this not have a NSFW tag?

Living with housemates for the first time in my life since I first lived alone at age 19.
Having room mates in your 50’s is challenging after decades of having your own home.
I never wanted a room mate when I was 18 let alone 50 something, I’m coping and we all get along fine, have a lot of fun but…..they drive me nuts with their sloppy habits.

A couple of uber bright, educated people in their mid-late 40’s that have the house keeping habits of preschoolers. lol
Seriously, when they cook it is like a couple of 6 year olds. I am not kidding, I dread when they cook because there will be crap strewn from one end of the kitchen to another.
Cheese graters with cheese stuck all over the counters, like 5 cutting boards full of stuff, food dropped on the floor, the range top covered in weirdness, pots and pans tossed in the sink full of crap.

They kick off their hundreds of pairs of shoes right in front of all the doors in the house so you trip over them every time you set foot in the house. They NEVER put food away either, and I am always going behind them and putting stuff back in the fridge. Drives me insane!
They keep saying that my influence is helping them to become more conscientious but I don’t see it happening. lol

Learning to cope with my largest loss, which was the suicide of my best friend. I had experienced the loss of loved ones, but none of them compared to his suicide.

First day I realized I have a chronic health problem. I had already been sick for a while.

My first break-up. It still hurts.

@filmfann it’s been 15 years from my first breakup and the pain is finally subsiding. I finally let my university failed friendships go.

First big break up was traumatizing for me. That is probably the worst I have ever felt physically and emotionally. It doesn’t affect me at all now, so I guess that’s why I didn’t think of it.

The first time rappelling was insanely difficult. Taking that first step backwards into oblivion was a change of underwear moment that was ultimately amazing as I bounced down the face of the cliff!

Walking a marathon was right up there with giving birth.

Learning for the first time that I’m not living in an ideal world. It was hard to get over my oversized innocence and put on a thicker skin.

First birth. I was afraid, and I felt overwhelmed by inexperience. Labor made me racy. I was unprepared for the many emotions I would go through during a very short time. It was without a doubt my toughest first.

Same as @Here2_4. Birth of my first child was easily my hardest first. It caught me off guard for a number of reasons. I went in thinking it would be fine because 1) I can handle pain pretty well and 2) our bodies were built for this.

I lost a lot of my confidence as labor progressed because I came to realize that bracing against pain from an outside source is entirely different than bracing for pain that is coming from within. It’s like you’ve put up this impenetrable wall and as you’re getting ready for battle, you realize the enemy is on the other side of that wall.

My confidence that my body would know what to do was totally shot when I had to be induced. In between terribly painful contractions, I had these panicked thoughts about how my body isn’t meant to do this. That it was totally unnatural.

But it was worth every painful panicked second.

It’s not the “first” but it doesn’t get easier. My so. Sent me a suicide note last night. He lives sever am hours from me so I had to call the police. Ugh.

@Judi Your son or your SO? Ugh s right! Sorry, :-(

Crap. To late to edit. My son.

The first death of a very close loved one and his funeral. My uncle. who was more like a brother got killed in a car accident. I was 12 or so, he was 23. I hadn’t had to deal with that before.

My first child. It was hard in every way imaginable. I’d never been around babies and had no clue what I was doing. I relied on my mom and my mil a lot.