DEAR ABBY: My husband and I suffered a miscarriage five months ago, in the 12th week. I have put on a facade to get by, but I'm just starting to realize how deeply this is affecting my life. Since the miscarriage, I put on a fake smile and try to be who I once was, but I can't keep doing it. I'm angry, bitter, mad at the unfairness, and I no longer have compassion or sympathy for others. I no longer want to try to get pregnant again because the fear of the physical and emotional pain of another miscarriage has me paralyzed.