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Dear Ann Landers,
've been going with a lovely young woman for about 18 months. "Sara" lives in another city, but we see each other every weekend. We are in love and plan to be married. Sara told me early in our friendship that her husband killed himself. Somehow, my mother and sisters learned about the suicide, and they are trying to talk me out of marrying Sara. They say when a married man kills himself it means his wife failed him. Sara is sensitive and in-secure; her life has been a trying and lonely one. I believe it is unfair to say she failed her husband, and I resent the suggestion that she is a poor marriage risk. I'd like your views. -Color Me Blue

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, whatever they needed I provided. What really hurt my son and I the most was the obituary - we were not mentioned at all. Our friends (mine and hers) were appalled. I was embarrassed and upset for not just me, but for my son-who loved her also. I never been so upset. Her x-husband put his wife and kids and their grandchildren in the obituary, who my girlfriend barely knew. They live an hour away from us. I know its silly to be mad over a little section of the newspaper, but it still hurts. Will time let this devastating loss of her and this article ever go away? I am so angry at this whole situation, its not like we can go and rewrite an obituary notice.

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