Today I am going to share with you a story - a story that will make your skin crawl. A TRUE story. Think "The Glass Castle" in 2011. Proceed at your own risk...
A recent report told of a 23 year-old brother and his 20 year-old sister from Illinois that were raised in such a tragic, gruesome environment, they felt they had no other option but to sue the one person who had destroyed their lives - their own mother. It is true. They were forced to sue the very woman who gave them life - for negligence, and for causing them "emotional distress". What could they possibly hope to gain? How about $50,000 in damages?
From what I can tell, they had all sorts of reasons to be upset. The evidence submitted at the trial was compelling. Look at the horrific text from a birthday card this terrible mother sent her poor, unsuspecting son:
“Son I got you this Birthday card because it’s just like you … different from all the rest!” the message read inside. “Have a great day! Love & Hugs, Mom xoxoxo,”
(Shudder) How low can a parent stoop? Oh the humanity! It started early - one time this "mother" actually told her son to put on his seatbelt- his seatbelt!. But wait, it gets worse...
While in college the neglected son did not receive enough Care Packages. Meanwhile, left at home to face this menace (in their $1.5 million house) the poor daughter was subjected to a most horrible fate - a midnight curfew. Midnight! Had this woman gone mad?
These are actual pictures of the poor kids. See how the abuse and neglect oozes from their Accutane-treated pores?
Of course justice was not only blind, but heartless, and it ended poorly for the kids. Just yesterday the Illinois Appeals Court dismissed the case, saying that mom's behavior wasn't "extreme or outrageous". I know, I know, it's hard to respect the legal system after a travesty such as this. Hopefully they can both move forward and live semi-normal lives.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that i would have had a much better case than these two against either one of my parents (may they rest in peace).
At the risk of offending some of your delicate feelings, I'll highlight a few of the things that I suffered as a child at the hands of my parents. Things that make the Illinois kid's scars pale in comparison.
• Two words: Pickled Beets
• My father would shoot free throws underhand. It was all I could do to go outside and face my friends.
• Flashlights and Pinworms - 'nuff said.
• My father watched "HeeHaw" every Saturday.
• We were the last family on the street to get a color TV.
• 16 hour car rides with AM talk radio.
• My father got his masters from UofU. Yes, he was a Ute. Oh the shame!
• Repressed memories of Lawrence Welk.
• I only had one pair of rainbow-stitched, saddleback jeans. ONE.
and if that's not enough
• I had to drive a Datsun station wagon - on dates!
I'm sorry if this has been difficult for any of you. I just wanted to illustrate that I had a case. A really strong case.
(It's amazing I am so well-adjusted.)
I did find one great quote in all of this: The mom said that she still loves her children, but they wanted "the benefits afforded by a family relationship, but none of the restraints."
Chicago Tribune Article