Full disclosure - my male biological material donor was a Vietnam War vet. He did likely have PTSD or some problems from that. But he just died. I feel nothing but happiness. He and the female donor are nothing but horrible, evil, sick people. They should have been in jail years ago, but no one in town would ever do anything to a good soldier or his lovely wife. Yet, they successfully managed to kill my middle sister. Tried as hard as they could to kill me and my youngest sister. Granted, it was middle sister's choices that killed her, but those are what we were all taught, and when I tried to help, it wasn't allowed and she gave up and killed herself. I was the evil child because I didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't use illegal drugs, went to school, didn't sleep with anyone just because I could. I was beaten and whipped repeatedly for not doing those things. I was worse than scum because I married DH who threatened my parents if they came near me again. Was lower when I tried to help middle sister. Hit the lowest level possible when I drug my youngest sister out after middle did kill herself. That was also the last time I've had spoken contact with either donor. Yes, I know, PTSD did screw up him. I know the help DH has had now was not there then. But I don't remember the donor from before, only after. I only know the sick, vile, evil person who was the material donor to me, and nothing else. So now I'm having people ticked at me because I won't be bothered to go back to hell on earth for the funeral for a good soldier. Well, if I went back, it's like I told the female donor repeatedly - it won't be until she's dead and gone also, and even then, I'm only going to spit on their graves, turn around and never go back. They made their choices, I've made mine. Why can't people leave it be now? I was fine until the nosy busy bodies who were all too happy to ignore what happened to my sisters and me feel the need to tell me to come home.