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Originally Posted by SensibleChiefsfan

Okay, so my father died, and my mom went off the deep end. I took her car to go see a girl (I was 14, but I had been driving since I was 12)

She took me to the hospital to have a drug test. When that came back negative, she had me held over for a psych evaluation. After the doctor met with her and I, he refused to let me go home with her until she started seeing a therapist. So, they put me in the psych ward at Shawnee Mission, and she was supposed to come and do counseling with me. Well, she didn't like coming to counseling because the doctor would often 'attack' her. (Her words).

So, I was in there six weeks, through the winter. My mother, who has always been kind of a partier and gambler, left my dog outside and it froze to death.

She told me over the phone as she was telling me that she wasn't going to continue her counseling. So, I spent another two months in there before they had to let me go because the insurance ran out.

That 'might' be worse than learning that your dog died at disneyland.

JFC dude thats the saddest story I ever heard.