Encoded within them had been patterns marching down from centuries of broken generations.
Instinctively, her being sought the ways of healing, determined to break the choke hold.
Then one day, she found a beloved who shared her father’s birthday, which was discovered after the partners bonded.
How random is that? Yet so perfect – as if predestined in such a way as to be recognized.
A current version of what her parents began with, though better and more improved.
Are we designed to make the same mistakes as our parents?
Does the gravity of broken lines keep drawing us back into preset grooves of tragedy?
“We come together to heal the past, turn its tide, and strive to win our children a better future,” had been her primary directive.
But when established players in family systems are resisting, their struggles forego emerging from dysfunction.
It is uncanny how patterns repeat, down to details in repeated actions – and further losses and grief incurred when consequence comes calling.
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