An old ex with whom I remain on friendly terms (isn't that a shocker) called me and was joyfully telling me of his newfound love. We chatted awhile of various couples we knew. He talked of his congratulations, I placed specific bets on their breakup dates. He will forever be the romantic and, according to him, I will always be the fatalist.
I laughed at his childish ways of thinking that "everything will work out". He scoffed at my inability to believe that "everything will work out".
"It's no wonder we didn't last. You were counting down the days until we broke up!"
"At least I wasn't surprised!"
Those who expect the worst are seldom disappointed...
If it's something that you care enough about, even if you expect the worst, you're still disappointed.