I lived a normal life and I was even quite content with it.
I had a kind boyfriend, and nice brother who stood up for me, everything seemed nice.
However, I question why I ever took my happy life for granted.
If I knew of all the pain that would've come from my happy life, I would've certainly tried to prepare for the worse.
The only problem was, I couldn't.
Everything that I didn't want to happen, everything I wish I could've prevented, happened.