It's not something we want to be but sometimes we have to get angry to make changes.
I suppose I agree
Seeing this definitely solidified that it’s not my fault —and you’re right, it’s not my dad’s either. I think he’d be just as shocked if he saw this.
I’m angry that my mom ever acted like it was anyone’s fault but hers. I left it nice up there, my little brother left it nice up here.
Y’all should have seen how my little brother could stage an intervention. Little genius. Still didn’t work. Apparently. Because what the actual f
A few more days until the therapist / organizer appointment. If your mom doesn't take this seriously? You have to move out of there!
A few more days. Very comforting. This will change.
In fact, I’m willing to be more forceful about this. MY side is dangerous! I was scared of that, but after seeing her space? I don’t get how she has feet, to be honest. I was falling all over the place — a
nd I am not physically disabled .
Just... whoa
You’re right, because if mom doesn’t get better, the rest of the house will be like that. My sister was excited that the house still had paths because she’s seen hoarder shows where there are no longer paths.
There are not paths between my mom’s office and bed. You can’t see the floor. I REFUSE to live a place where you can’t see the floor. That WAY beyond my boundaries. I’m very done with this place.
I may just take charge of the help and not give her a choice. She’s clearly ill and needs to see that.
If I showed her the pictures I took, that might be separated for her to see how f*cked up it is. It’s way, way worse up there than when I called the Hoarders USA.
They’d be thrilled with all my anger, too. Lots-o-drama. Still can’t contact them, though.
Sort of wondering if my mom just gave up and thought no more help would happen? Because damn is it bad up there
It's no wonder you and birdy keep getting sick.
great point
Yeah, I have my bird in another room right now because the mildew smell in my room is still bothering me. Seems to be UNDER the carpet in one place that I keep spraying. I’ve been waking up choking. That’s stupid.
That, and I put a cloth bag near a vent in my room, and now the carpet is kind of blackish and the bag smells like mildew, and my mom doesn’t have another intake filter so I’m just like “what the actual f*ck” because that is going to require professional cleaning, and that’s going to be expensive as shit and my mom’s 50,000$ paycheck keeps disappearing before she can make it in the middle class. I have no idea it’s being spent on. Maybe this iPhone she gifted me? Maybe the mysterious “Christmas debt”?
Like, how come I get paid less than 5000$ a year, and still manage a savings account, and she’s insanely in debt? What kind of illness is this?
Good luck with everything!!! Fingers crossed. XO
Thank you... I hope everything goes great. I hope she’s just as sick of it as I am