>>8891026Yes. Many, many times, with all of my belongings and also my pet bunny. Usually she would pretend like I had lost my things myself, or she would admit to it years and years later, after she thought it was long enough it had become “no big deal” and I would have to “leave it in the past,” and I’d look like I was the one being the jackass if I got mad at her after so much time had gone by.
One time I had this wind up butterfly. I went to play with it one day and couldn’t find the key, so I went to my mom to ask her to help me somehow, but we never found the key, and I was pretty upset. Months or maybe years later I was going over my collection and realized the butterfly wasn’t there, so I asked my mom if she knew where it was, and she said “Oh, you cried so much about not having the key every time you saw that toy, I just got rid of it when you weren’t around so you would forget and stop whining.”
As an adult, I bought a new butterfly and I still have it. I’m pretty sure it’s the same model, but my memory is fuzzy. It seemed much bigger when I was a kid. I can just buy replacement keys now whenever I want.
But I think repeatedly having my things thrown away may have contributed to my neurotic hording now, to say nothing of my other problems.
It’s funny. I keep the new butterfly proudly displayed on a shelf, but my mother’s urn is in a shoebox at the very back of a closet.
