- 7 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
Ok. I’m about two months from my due date, and one month from my baby shower. We had all agreed that the office was going to become the nursery, and the office would be moved down to the basement where there is more room for my Dad’s CRAP (think boxes of nothing but scraps of paper and CD catalogs from the 80s, and manuals and boxes for equipment he doesn’t have anymore, Or that he does have and don’t work).
We managed to get half of the office cleared out. About a week ago, I went in and saw that EVERYTHING WAS BACK. EVERYTHING. And there is more stuff in the hallway, so I am constantly tripping and stubbing my toes. In my last post about family stuff, I mentioned how I have NO PERSONAL SPACE. Whatsoever. This is getting to the point where I am literally ready to start crying and throwing things.
I’m normally at work all the time, so I hadn’t really noticed it until my hours got cut (just because my boss hates me for being pregnant). Instead of coming home and going to bed, I actually had time to do things, and if I get on the computer, my dad will just bitch and bitch and bitch until I get up and go back into my room.
Apparently, it’s only HIS computer. It used to be the family computer, somewhere that changed. My mom can never get on it without him throwing a fit. I feel like this is his way of exerting his control because he’s sick, but I’m going to have a baby in 2 months, and I can’t stick her in a box!
His hoarding has been driving this family insane for longer than I have been alive, and I’m sick of living with it. We moved in to help out, and now we are stuck in a situation where we can’t leave. My mom is resigned to it, even though it drives her up the wall, and it bothers her that she’s never had a nice, neat house.
I love my Dad, but I think it’s time for the rest of the family to have a say. We shouldn’t all be crowded out by cardboard boxes and 30 year old catalogs.