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@Woodberry, I didn't for a minute think you implied LE should reveal such information.
I was feeling sad that if she did attend DV support groups, imagining how she'd perhaps think about what to wear, what to tell BM about where she was going, maybe plan what to say or withhold at the meeting, and trust those participants there with her wouldn't indulge in small-town gossip.
I was feeling sad about how conversations she'd had – by phone, text or in person – which Suzanne must have believed were confidential, have been, and are being, and will be examined, made public, and torn apart in an attempt to prove or disprove what may or may not have happened to her.
My post was nothing to do with yours, at all. But it was your post that triggered memories, and the feeling of safety to be part of a group all struggling with life's circumstances, with different details about those circumstances, yet a strong sense of us being of the same tribe, and committed to holding our comrades' secrets sacred, and loving each other towards healing.
May Suzanne's faith in the Holy have wrapped her in its embrace at the time of her suffering, and at the moment of her death. And now.