Going to the "Happiest Place on Earth", Disneyland

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We just spent 6 days at Disneyland in Anaheim California, and the best part of the trip is that we're back home!!! We went for their Halloween party which was okay I guess, but the crowds were AWFUL! We went to the park early the day of the party and I stopped to make a purchase. I got chewed out by Bill's daughter and informed that I was to stay with them at ALL times because the tickets were very expensive. Not only did it leave me feeling like I was 5 years old but also that I was poor white trash living with Bill for free room and board. That it was for no other reason. I spent the next 4 days getting hit, kicked, sat on by people's kids; and I had several large heavy people fart in my face (Bil and I had to use mobility scooters to get around the park). When I made comment about it they just laughed and asked if it smelled good. And the whole time I was the cow's tail of the group made up of Bill's daughter, Bill and Bill's son-in-law. Yesterday (Friday) I figured we would check out of the motel and get on the road as we had a 5 hour trip ahead of us. No such luck. Back to the park for more rides and racing as hard as we could go, just like the other 5 days. A couple of nights I gave up and went to the motel around 10 p.m., Bill came in at 1 a.m. totally exhausted. His daughter ran him like crazy. It's tough enough trying to navigate the park in mobility scooters....you don't get to see anything because you're looking out for people and their kids...but then with our mobility issues trying to get into and out of the rides and fit into rides that don't have room for our legs (where our issues are) makes it very difficult. By the end of 6 days you are totally exhausted and beyond ready to go home. But one more trip across the street to Disneyland. We checked out of our room and made our way to the park...more rides, more over priced food. More shopping. We finally stopped at the Gheradelli Chocolate fountain to get a Sundae before we left. We finished our Sundaes and I acted as maid as usual and tossed the trash and hooked my purchase on to my cane so I wouldn't crush Bill's daughter's candy purchase. I didn't notice that the speed control on the mobility cart had been moved by the bag and it was now on high speed. I started to move the cart forward a little bit and it rocketed forward like a jet. It rammed the chairs we sat in and accidentally knocked them into Bill's son -in-law's service dog. I didn't even get to open my mouth when he (the son-in-law) screamed at me "What the hell are you trying to pull? You rammed the chairs right into my service dog!!!! You pull a stunt like that and you're going to be searching for another way back home because you aren't going to be riding with me!!!!" I didn't get to say "I'm sorry" or it was an accident or anything. He just stalked off. When I caught up with the group the son-in-law stated "I'm not walking behind HER" I cried all the way back to the place where we return the scooters. Bill didn't offer any comfort even when I told him that there was no way that I would EVER harm an animal deliberately. He just said it was water under the bridge and to forget it. Even with the snide quips on the way home (nothing like a 5 hour drive of snide remarks about what happened) I cried nearly the whole trip. How could he think that I would be so horrible as to deliberately harm an animal? I tried to race into my burning home last year to save my furry babies...now I wish I had made it. I take care of the feral cats around my home, I feed the deer because the feed is scarce because of the drought. I have lectured children on why they shouldn't be cruel to animals. My life revolves around being gentle and loving towards the furry creatures. I don't want to hear about Disneyland, see anything Disney, talk about Disney or even think about the trip they are planning in December for the Christmas party. I already am trying to think of a viable way to get out of going, after all the poor white trash lady costs too much to take along. And she's too much trouble too. It doesn't matter that all the stress and upset from their chewing me out and mean snide remarks can send me into a seizure. It doesn't matter that trying to do everything in one day has me eating pain pills like m & m's, it doesn't matter that their entire focus is on Bill and I'm the cow's tail of the group. I can be on mars and they wouldn't miss me. It was a horrible 6 days at the "Happiest Place on Earth". I have hidden the purchases I made in my storage room where I don't have to look at them and hurt more. I already hurt bad enough, especially for the chewing out and embarrassment over pushing the chairs close to the dog. The dog wasn't hurt by the way, but the way that the daughter and son-in-law acted it was like I broke the dog's leg on purpose. Go to the "Happiest Place on Earth"? NO THANK YOU!