Why is it?

Why is it that we think we know someone, and they turn out to prove you wrong? Could it be the fact that I am too trusting? So far in my life, only my daughter, and family (and a rare few very close friends) have never let me down.

Could it be I'm too trusting, and I can't change that? I would have hope that because of the two REALLY BAD serious relationships I had, that went bad, I would have learned not to be so trusting. The thing is. . . I am the perfect example of a woman that should hate men, and never believe a word they say . . . because of the past experience . . . but I'm not. I do find myself, 42 and single. Maybe, in some small way, in the back of my mind . . . I am being careful. Maybe too careful, and just don't realize it.

One thing is for sure - at least I am not filled with hate. I do believe that somewhere out there is someone that will treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Until they find me . . . all I can do is believe.