When I went to pick up the soup I’d ordered, I
told her about my parents, the new living situation, the hoarding. Her father
died recently, and it turns out he was a hoarder. A two-bedroom, one-story
house took six Dumpsters, she said. My Dumpster number will be exponential.
When she hugged me, I felt understood.
Feeling understood, feeling less alone - that's huge.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious: were your parents hoarders when you were growing up?
ReplyDeleteYes. Or at least slobs. But yes. It explains a lot of the physical/emotional distance in our family.
DeleteIt all sounds so difficult. I'm glad you had the camel moment.
ReplyDeleteSoup and a hug...I like her.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure many understand. It's not an uncommon problem, and you're not alone.
ReplyDeleteA fellow Dan Bern fan's ex-wife's father was a hoarder and was rich enough to keep buying new houses when the old ones filled. When he died the daughter had 6 houses full of stuff to deal with. which is why she divorced the DB fan -- he is a bit of a hoarder himself.
ReplyDeleteOMG!!!!!
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