I didn’t want anyone at my college to know my boyfriend was murdered

He did not go to the same school as me so odds are no one knew him. I told two friends when it happened and no one else. I told them to not tell anyone because I don’t need my reputation to be “the girl who’s boyfriend was murdered.” I think about it often enough I don’t need everyone else bringing it up. I wanted as much normalcy as possible because the rest of my life would always be tainted by this wound.

I was told I was making his murder about me by not wanting people to talk about it. The same person told me to have compassion for his murderer who ruined his own life from an impulse decision.

I had to cut that “friend” out. It’s nauseating to think of that conversation. Am I being too sensitive?