and then what happened

Back in the distant past, before everything started going wrong, I used to follow fairly closely the blogs of people with due dates close to mine. For a while after the babies died, I couldn't bear to look at them. But, recently, just to torture myself, I suppose, I checked and saw that both Adam and Maxine have arrived safely.

Of course, it's pointless to ask the inevitable, unavoidable question, and I recognize the suffering that their families have gone through to get to this happy place.

Still, whenever anyone tells me that everything happens for a reason, I say, "You're right. And the reason is that G-d hates me."