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My mom is an incessant pack rat. She cannot clean the house for shit and as a kid, I thought it was lawls that we had all these styrofoam cups laying around and the mail would accumulate 3 months deep.
Now that I'm older, I realize what a fucking pain it is to go home and find it overflowing with junk. Plastic bags, stationary supplies she janks from work, comforters and pieces of furniture she gets on sale that we will never use, clothes from the 70's she never wears but "might be able to fit in it when she loses weight", etc you get the point, I live in a landfill. Our house is a mismash of random junk and she never cleans, so dust gets everywhere, the floors are all dirty and kitchen has never been scrubbed. I end up cleaning everytime I go home but she forbids anyone to throw away her stuff.
One day I was in the garage (or storage space for everything besides an actual vehicle) and found boxes full of dried highlighters. BOXES FULL. And when I asked her if I could throw them away, she flipped the shit and called me wasteful.
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I can relate to this, my mother, a very good, loving mother that i would never ever want live without, cannot clean her own house even though it fucking radiates with glow in the dark green fumes of death.
I lived in Brazil for half a year, and i was worried leaving because im the one that usually cleaned up the place, since both my brothers have long since given up on her. Within 2 weeks into my trip, she sent me an email complaining i wasn't home to help her and that the trash needed to be emptied, even though im across the world, taking out the trash was too hard
So long story short, i come home after half a year, and my god, i swear i was nearly ashamed of coming home, it just looked like a landfill, a complete mess
And the absolute worst part, she openly admits she's terrible at it but yet if you try to help her get better, she refuses progress
arrrrg
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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