I don’t know what merit there is in believing that history will not be repeated with you. Where does the heart get that kind of brazen hope? Hope, which tells you that what’s been proven to happen with someone else cannot happen with you? There’s a word for that – foolhardy. But who’s to tame the heart?
I’ve read that we accept the love we think we deserve. By that corollary, I think we also accept the life we think we deserve.
You can never be prepared for the big changes in your life.