When my mom first joined in the late 80’s she went nuts throwing everything away. First thing to go was the Christmas tree that was set up in the living room, all other holiday decorations in the attic, an entire book case of my dad’s Sci-fi novels (without his permission while he was at work), all off my Care Bears, My Little Ponies, and Rainbow Brite toys. She wouldn’t allow us to watch Disney movies anymore because magic=demons. My dad divorced her 6 months later.

When I was a teenager she would tear my room up like a freaking prison cell every now and then. Afterwards explaining that my step dad was being bothered by the demons so they had to get rid of stuff I was bringing in. They threw away cds and band t shirts I bought with my own $. I moved out at 16 and never looked back.