So I came in here expecting to read a story of a mother who sent her kids to one of these places unaware of what they were really like. Some of these places advertise themselves as resorts for teens. So while I still think they need a kick in the ass for not researching these places, at least they could learn from their mistakes and possibly inform others; preventing other parents from making the same mistake.
Nope, she knew EXACTLY what these places were like,
and still thinks it was the right choice. Let's go over this crap (bolding will be mine).
It was 3am. I went into my daughter’s room, woke her, told her I loved her and that she was going on a trip. She was drowsy from the sleeping pills I’d slipped in her drink a few hours earlier. Then the two strangers I’d hired to take her away went into her room. She tried to get her bag and makeup. “Where you’re going, you don’t need anything,” they told her. I stood outside the door, shaking. Had I just created a situation in which I would lose my 17-year-old for ever?
She not only lied to her daughter,
she drugged her and conspired in her kidnapping. What a sicko!
But I had to act fast. Her beauty school fees were due the coming Saturday. And, legally, I had control over her only while she was still under 18. I found a boot camp for troubled children in Utah and hired a private service to escort her there, whether she wanted to go or not. That Friday night we went to dinner on the pretence that it was to celebrate her new school. It was actually to stop her seeing friends and ensure she’d be home for the escorts.
Yay! more dececption!
After their appearance in the middle of the night, the security service flew with her to the Utah desert. That first day I grieved. I knew deep down I was right, but I didn’t know if my daughter would forgive me: I had to be prepared to lose her in order to help her. Her friends called and I said she’d gone on a trip. “Where did she go? When will she be back?” they asked. I told them I didn’t know.
*fumes* As if I couldn't hate this cunt any more. I despise people who play martyr after doing something heinous.
I had paid $16,000 (£11,380) for seven weeks of gruelling physical and mental challenges. The other kids were in desperate situations: young offenders, drug addicts, some were suicidal. I was aware my daughter didn’t share their circumstances. They lived like cavemen: they didn’t see a roof the whole time, took care of their sanitary waste, learned survival skills and did physical labour; some cut off their hair because they couldn’t bathe.
The fact that this didn't phase her speaks volumes about
the kind of person she is.She finished high school with straight As, went to college, then did a master’s. She works in the legal system now. Both my kids joke that I’m a psycho mom, but they forgave me and we remain close. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. Could they have got where they are today without such drastic action? Perhaps, but it wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I believe the more we suffer in life, the more we grow. I have two strong, amazing kids, and I’d do it again
Well then, you have a lot of growing to do.
What really gets me is her reason for such drastic actions, her daughter *gasp* wanted to be a hairdresser! She could have easily put the money she spent on having her daughter kidnapped and tortured toward the beauty school she wanted to go to. Problem solved! But instead, she had to do this.
All I can say about this
evil woman is this.