The first man you should ever love is your father. Well mines was never around, he was always in and out of jail. I never really got much love from my mother. She never taught me how to do anything, never tells me she loves me and never supports me. I tried to find it in another person. The first guy I ever loved was my baby daddy. His name was Marcus. He was light skinned, tall and stubborn. He lived with his grandmother, but she passed and he had nowhere else to go. His mother was far far away, she had some money problems, and couldn't get to him soon enough.