There was a place I thought that I could go where I was understood. A place where I felt safe and where I thought I could voice my opinion without having to face the same reactions that I see from the people here. I had thought that I would be treated with respect and that when I said what I had said that these people, despite having different views and wanting to express them, would not resort to petty name calling. I feel faint, my knees went weak the moment I read what they had to say and the cruel way they said it. I don't see why they could not have found a more civil way to express their opinion. I had heard before that people there could be cold and petty, but I had not wanted to believe it. I hate being wrong.