Sorry for posting so late-- but I think I have finally cracked.
My best friend died last year. He was only 23. He commited suicide. It completely destroyed me and I spent the last year going over and over every conversation we ever had trying to work out why he would want to kill himself.
I ended up on anti-depressants, so many nights I sat up bawling on DH's shoulder, asking 'why, why, why?'.
I have just found out that they all knew. DH, my family, all of them knew the reason he had killed himself. They said they chose to keep it from me to protect me but I feel so, so betrayed, like they talked about it behind my back and then had the cheek to comfort me while I ws popping pills and breaking down. So angry that I have told DH to pack his bags and get out.
Sorry if I'm wrong in posting this here but I really just needed to let it all out. It's been building up for so long and I think what's happened has just started to hit me.