Naw!!! No whining, more like frustration. I related the story about when W. and kids dropped me off on my last week home before heading to NC and then Iraq. Kids were surgically attached to me, crying. She sat in the car, and could barely muster a goodbye, as though I was going on a business trip to LA! I think maybe they don't want to give us the slightest glimmer of hope, and that their rejection of us is just 100% and more. Why they can't act like a decent human being , though is beyond me. I was thinking of some of those "treatments" this evening. (The "situation" never leaves my head completely). You can't wish things differently, but I was really treated worse than a doormat the past 6 or 7 months I was at home. I don't want to be treated like that again. Period.
