I think that in my case, the only way it would be possible for my life to be specifically and deliberately fucked with is if whoever was in charge of the operation had some advanced knowledge of the future in order to make these unfortunate coincidences that have occurred extra ironic. I have some theories but they're well within the realm of science fiction because of the time travel required to orchestrate my life's worst moments.
My leading hypothesis is that my child/children from the future are somehow also suicidal (probably because they're related to me) and they've lucked out by being able to access time travel so they've done everything they can to kill themselves by preventing me from meeting their mother, whoever that is, thus also preventing their birth. Assuming this act is paradox-free, then they've likely already succeeded at this point. Honestly, as crazy as it is to say, if this is true then I'm actually quite proud of them.
Another theory I have is that maybe myself from the future just likes fucking with me that much. Makes sense since I screw over my future self all the time anyway.