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.ReplyDelete
I'm curious: were your parents hoarders when you were growing up?ReplyDelete
Yes. Or at least slobs. But yes. It explains a lot of the physical/emotional distance in our family.Delete
It all sounds so difficult. I'm glad you had the camel moment.ReplyDelete
Soup and a hug...I like her.ReplyDelete
I'm sure many understand. It's not an uncommon problem, and you're not alone.ReplyDelete
A 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.ReplyDelete