Black Coffee

I was watching a movie called Black Coffee,where at the end, everything was tied up in a pretty  black bow, and one cousin was thanking the other cousin for introducing him to the woman who would become his wife, and the cousin said no thanks was needed because all things happen for a reason. Had that first cousin not been fired, the other cousin who sells coffee, wouldn't have asked him to deliver coffee to his future fiancee- and I was thinking about myself- all things happen for a reason?

Where the hell is my wife, and why the hell am I living in Oregon?