I think God has a weird sense of humor!

You hear people say that you make your own destiny and that everything in your life happens because you manifest it or draw it to you with the power of attraction in some way. Well, here's a story from someone who doesn't quite see it that way, read on.....

When I was 24 years old, I met a man who had just gone through a divorce. We spent almost 8 months together having great times and everything just seemed perfect. One night, he called and asked me to go to dinner, so I got ready and waited and waited and waited some more. Come to find out, he went to meet a friend for a drink and met someone else. I found out because I called him the next day and he told me it was over. I was devasted. A couple of months went by and I just happened to run into him one night and went home with him, which ended up in pregnancy. I went to his house to tell him I was pregnant but he sent me away because his new girlfriend had moved in with him - so I never got a chance to tell him. I decided to have the baby and raise her myself. Two years go by and when my daughter was about a year and a half old, I ran into one of his friends who asked where I got the baby and who was the father. I didn't directly answer the question because I figured we were better off without him in our lives. A few days later, he shows up at my door, telling me that he should have never let me go, but he was getting married. I thought about it for a few days and took my daughter down to see him, but when he saw us in front of his house, he came out and asked me to leave because his new girlfriend (not the one he left me for) was inside and she would freak out. I decided then and there that I had goals in my life and I was going to reach for them and not let anyone hold me down. Fast forward 10 years...a friend of mine calls me up and tells me this man is looking for me. At the time I was living with a man and we were planning our wedding so I dismissed this bit of information and didn't give it another thought. A couple of weeks go by and I happen to run into him at a bar. We ended up talking most of the night and I told him it was closure for me and that I needed to move on. A week went by and he calls me and asked me to meet him again. This time I took my friend with me and right in front of her he says that I am the woman he is meant to be with and that he never forgot me and would do anything to win me back. Like a fool, I left a man who would lay down in traffic for me to go back to the one man I had always loved. He went from "I have never been in love like this before" and "people are going to be so jealous when they see how much we love each other" to "I don't want a committment" and "I still think that you are the woman I am meant to be with, but I need some time." 6 months to the day, he left me a voicemail telling me he just wanted to be friends and he called the next day to talk but I wouldn't pick up my phone. 1 week later, he was out with a beautiful blonde. This is the worst part: the man that I left still wanted me and still felt the same. My question is this - why is it that the men that would lay down their lives for us are never the ones we want to be with, but the ones who break our hearts are the ones we hurt over for the rest of our lives?! Why do we love what we can never have, and why don't we love the men who would do anything for us?