dO YOU KNOW THAT MEN GO THRU A DEPRESSION AT MID LIFE BETWEEN 40-49? Do you know that sometimes the doctor tells them that they are bi-polar?Do you know the signs? BRAD WAS SENDING OUT SIGNS..HERE ARE SOME OF THEM..Number One-Brad began to drink heavily.He was drinking a least 1 bottle of Vodka a day.He would drink every hour and for no apparent reason.Number Two-Brad was taking an anti-depressant.It is called Cymbalta.anD HE WAS TAKING this with vodka..He would take 6 or 7 pills a day.I tried to stop this..but Brad has been hitting me.I have been a prisoner in this house.Even the cats were scared.Kramer hid underneath my bed and little Tooey slept in my closet.Number Three-unexplained phone calls.The weirdest people would call all day and night..So far..his big love hasnt called because she got what she wanted and I wonder if she knows that Brad is dead.Number Three-Brad wasnt eating.He would drink all day and then he would get very,very angry and scream at me.I thought that I was going to wind up like Nicole and I saved a bit of money to go to a hotel.but I stayed because of the cats.Number four-He would ask me\'Do you love me?" "Whats it like to have sex with me?" and the last question..."Do you think that you can live without me?".Then he began to suggest me to get a dog.Brad got a lot of pictures of dogs.He showed me a German Shepard..(can you imagine me at 4 foot 8) walking a German Shepard?) I mean is he real?Then he showed me a Saint Bernard? A Saint Bernard.Number one...I am almost 5 foot...how am I going to walk him? How am I going to feed him and take him to the dog parks? Then he showed a picture of Terrier..the kind that Joan Rivers has..I like that dog...(this dog dont like cats.)But the biggest sign I didnt pick ujp on..he began to give things away.And I mean things...and the other side of this..Brad began to shoplift food.He could come home with food that he didnt pay for.I tried to tell him that I could get in trouble and he would laugh.."the store wouldnt miss it."But the biggest sign was when Brad was bitten by a raccoon and he wouldnt go to a doctor.You see unknown to me,a few months ago...Brad found a raccoon that was hurt.In stead of calling the wild life..he build a little place for this raccoon and nursed it back to health.This raccoon never forgot Brad..In fact...she followed Brad from the old house.The raccoon that he natured back to health was pregnant and she had her babies.Recently...the kitchen door was open and I heard Kramer screaming...and when I came into the kitchen..THERE WERE 7 RACCOONS IN MY KITCHEN EATING THE BREAD.....BRad came in and the mother recognized Brad and she got up on her hind legs and began to beg.Brad fed all of the 7 raccoons Fred Meyer Potato Chips and they came back 3 times...Before his death..one of the babies came to the door looking for something to eat.The humane society told us about not feeding wild life..but this raccoon was thin and I mean thin..Brad came out with food and this raccoon lunged at Brad and bit him on his toe! Brad began to bleed...this wound would not stop.He wouldnt go to the hospital or doctor..."The raccoons hungry.." he said and then proceeded to feed her and then all 7 of them descended on my porch...after Brad was biten..he began to change.and thats when this weird behaviour started....he began to faint.He fainted at least 5 times.His colour faded and Brad began to vomit blood.There was blood in the sink.There was blood in his urine.He was even throwing up blood..and this means that the end is coming.Brad went to the bathroom and drew a bath.In the tub..he told me that he didnt want to die.Then he got up and told me to come here and he gave me an envelope."This is my share of the rent.Whatever happens..stay in this house..do not give up the cats or give them away...This rent is good for 3 months rent.Dont give it to my sister.SHes greedy...and he said..." I have had the most wonderful 14 years...whatever happens..I want you to know that I have and always will love you.Go to bed,honey.it is 4 0 clock.You havent slept in gods knows when..go to bed..and my wallet is in the drawer." That was the last thing that he said to me.I went to bed.It was 4 o clock.I was exhausted.When i awoke on 5/22/09...there was a chill in the house.I couldnt see Brad.I went to the bathroom.Iwent to his room and then I followed the path of blood.Brad was in the yard that he loved so much.The knife was beside him.He had slit his wrists.Brad left me no note.He left no explanation.At 6.30 I called the Seattle Police.The Police were here for 6.30 until 9 o clock.Brad expired during the night they said.After taking pictures and comforting me...I asked the fellow officer.."Miss...this is a suicide.please do not touch anything.The Medical examiner will be here." She came.It was like a scence out of quincy..and I saw my Brad..My handsome Brad put into a bad like you see on CSI.I COULDNT SAY ANYTHING TO HIM.I COULDNT TOUCH HIM.I DIDNT SAY GOODBYE AND ON fRIDAY...IT WILL BE 2 WEEKS AND I should have gotten Brad into a mental hospital.I should have the authorities declared him not stable.I should have done an intervention..but Brad had changed.His personality was awful and I was so afraid that he was going to kill me.Guess what? I found marks on my arms before the police came.And on Brads body..I saw cat scratches.I thin k that Brad wanted this to be a murder-suicide..but little Tooey really scratched Him.Kramer scratched him to and my cats saved my life and this is where I will end...But all of this is my fault because I failed to get Brad the help and I tried.I really tried.Vader.