Not a Gambler

I rarely put my faith in the odds. This is different from trusting that with sound decisions and patience, difficult situations can find their own resolution. It might not be what you wanted going in, but coming out, it isn't so bad. And, despite my reputation as a sunny optimist, I generally assume that if there is a possible negative outcome, it's gonna happen to me.

As I get older, and with more miles, my distaste for playing the odds has extended to the people I know. I'm pretty sure that if I'd reproduced, I'd be one of those over-protective, screaming me-me parents who would never let their children swim in public pools for fear of other children peeing in the pool and my child coming down with some rare and exotic disease.

I have a friend who recently announced her engagement. She's dated her intended for years and years. And broken up with him many times due to his bad behavior. I thought the last break up was for good since she moved several states away and now has a terrific job doing exactly what she loves. I am having a hard time being happy for her. I have a hard time having faith in the odds that he's cleaned up his act. Good thing I'm not the one marrying him. But, I do want her to find happiness in this relationship, and history has not foretold happiness.