today was the worst day of my life.I not only have abad case of a very bad cold but today i bumped into people who knew Brad and they did not know that Brad had died.One of them told me that she dont read the paper because the news is too depressing and I said it was in the paper and it is time you knew that Brad commited suicide and his death was hard of me.She didnt know how to respond.The other lady sat there like a bump on a log."Brad didnt seem to be depressed" she said.Well,excuse me! This is what people think of suicide.They think all people who do it are depressed.This isnt true.Brad was drowning and he thought that this will be the only way out for the both of us.And it has been holy hell on me for the past two years.People have stopped calling.People do not come over anymore and one of his friends has stopped talking all together.This is because suicide is a taboo and everyone is blaming me for it.I am not to blame for what happened.Brad and i have were having very serious problems and we were on the verge of splitting up.Noone know.and I did not tell anyone that Bradley used to slap me around everyday.I was embarrassed.I am a battered woman and I am trying to recover from his death and the fact that I was abused and the fact it wasnt a good relationship only to get stupind comments like I dont read the paper and he didnt seem depressed.They dont know the whole story and they never will.