Declined?!?

Mike just found out that his application for life insurance was declined for several reasons, but the reason that was of most relevance was his anxiety before, during, and after Ryan's death.

Is someone fucking kidding me?

Right now, if I could, I'd take the thorniest rosebush I could find and stick it up the douchebag-of-an-insurance-carrier's ass and twist it.

We're now being penalized for not being shiny, happy people after our newborn's death? Oh, of course! That makes perfect sense. We should have fake fucking smiles plastered across our faces instead of picking up the pieces of our shattered hearts. That makes much more sense

I guess someone forgot to tell us that that was the acceptable way of handling a loss of that magnitude.

Yep. I'm convinced that we live in a cruel and heartless world.