How does one wrap one's head around the murder of a woman's own children, or murder/suicide with one's own children.

According to her one surviving child, the woman who recently drove into the Hudson with her kids could only say “I made a mistake, I made a mistake” at the end. If these last moments become what she takes into an afterlife, that would be hell indeed.

The woman who sent her children into the lake in a car down south, allegedly disposing of her children so that she might have a relationship with a wealthy local man who had no interest in a “ready-made“may be even more sickening

The woman who drowned 5 children in a bathtub because “she was a bad mother” brings in the craziness factor—-

but what I cannot understand is the breaking of the most basic of human bonds—the bond of unconditional love between mother and child.