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"It Runs In the Family."

My Momma has a lot of stuff. We have a back room that I have never been able to get in because she has so much crap. Not only her, but also her sister and her mom and many Aunts are just like her. When I was cleaning my room, Mom and I used to fight about what I wanted to keep and what I wanted to give away. She would always tell me stuff like "Your great grandma made that for you when you were 4!" "You are going to wish you kept that later on." Dad and her would fight a lot and now she is up to the point that she doesn't go out and buy useless crap anymore like she used to do. And also she lets me give stuff away now. Ever since I got my room clean, (Like CLEAN!) I'm not as stressed out now. I'm actually enjoying and using all the different things I have in my closet. I play my guitar more, I look at my drawing/art books more. I can find my shoes and I'm not wearing the same pair every time I want to go out and look nice. The best thing is, if I am in need of something that's what Christmas and birthdays are for. 

 

Another story- I had an Ex-boyfriend that had a mother that I couldn't stand. I could list all the things that annoy me but not here. One of the main things was how much crap she had in their tiny, one bed room apartment. She had crap that was in piles that reached the celling! Old newspapers and TV Guides where on the floor and she made it seem like you walked into your pet hamster's cage! The boyfriend and I were looking for something in the living room and instead I FOUND a two-seater couch! If you have to dig just to find the COUCH? That is bad. 
It doesn't end there.
The mother had to move because the apartments where going to be destroyed for the city's new (Stupid) stadium. I was over joyed when I was asked to help clean and pack. I went into the bathroom with a trash bag looking for trash. I found parts of the wall that fell out. Expired toot paste. Really old unusable female products. I was about to dump the whole bag in the trash but the mother made me give the bag to her so she can go though it because "What you consider trash might not be what I consider trash." HOLY COW, YOU FAT TUB OF LARD! I didn't say that but some days I wish I did. 
I'm so glad I broke up with that guy. 
 

rhawn rhawn 22-25, F 4 Responses Jul 4, 2009

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My Grandfather was a horder and we did not know it untill after he died. He lived in a trailor and always insisted to drive over the mountains to my parents home north of Seattle for any holiday occation. He was a 5 hour drive away so it was much nicer for him to come visit in a large clean home and little did we know his trailor that I had visited when I was a kid and was once plesant would one day be completely packed waist deep in mail, books, newspapers, garbage going back 10 years not thrown out, and we are talking the entire trailor. You could not even get the door open with out pulling some of the garbage out first.<br />
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When he passed away I flew out to help with the clean up effort that took an entire year with a visit one to two times a months to sort it out and get it sold for less then the rent and utilities we continued to pay on it just to find the most important items. We would bag up atleast 25 to 30 giant trash bags at a time. I wished I had known he needed the help so badly. He died alone in his mess and that breaks my heart.<br />
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He was a very well educated man and was the head of the school psychology department for the state of Washington at one point. Something you could not imagine of him if you knew him. I have to sometimes remind myself of this when I look around and see I am holding on to things I do not need and relize that the apple does not fall to far from the tree and I too could easily fall into this bad habit if I do not curb it.

I can relate about the couch! My roommate piled his crap on top of everything for 20+ years. It took me about 2 weeks to dig DOWN to find a full sized couch, a table from a restaurant, and a living room chair! I started trying to excavate my belongings from underneath his during xmas break from college (I'm 50, starting my career very late). It has taken me nearly 2 months to get my stuff out where I can relocate it. But to do that, I have to inch everything else over a little at a time and move/drag it all in increments! I finally saw the floor in the back "junk room" this last week! And I have been pretty steady working on the project. By myself of course. The couch belongs to him and all his stuff has gone right back on it, and up the walls. It's as if he cannot bear to see a straight backed chair available for SITTING; it MUST be covered with STUFF. Just crazy.

Have started taking some of my trash down to cash converters to hawk. They will take anything.

Oh Yuk! <br />
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I MUST start to declutter<br />
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I am nothing like your examples .. but I do live in a library!