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I've been cleaning out my mom's house for the last four years. When she was alive she wouldn't let anybody throw anything away, even plastic bags, pie tins and such junk. When we tried to throw stuff away, she got stressed out, dissociated and had a multiple personality episode, which I had never seen before. She growled at me and called me a nasty bitch etc. I figured this out later.
And this was right after she had had surgery on her carotids. She went out to the street and DRAGGED BACK from the curb 14 large trash sacks of stuff we attempted to get rid of. After that episode, over ten years ago, we said "Screw it. We have to wait until she dies."
The house had about five households combined in it. There were literallly trails through the junk and crud. It's taken us 4 years to clean it out, the auction guy has taken most of the furniture and stuff we boxed up in a 40 foot gooseneck trailer. There were 60 boxes of stuff in that trailer besides that furniture. We're still not thru cleaning out. This is a 1500 square foot house.
We still have piles to go through. When I say piles, I mean "8 feet tall, ten feet wide, 6 feet deep, for example.
There was a 10 by 20 foot bedroom that had crap in it FIVE FEET DEEP. That's a thousand cubic feet we cleaned out. Because mom was suffering from Alzheimers and didn't have good sense when she was younger, everything was mixed together randomly.
I have a ton of sewing stuff, piece goods and patterns. Does anybody sew anymore? I need to sell this stuff.
As a result, on Mother's Day I am bitter and pissed about the burden she has left us with, because she would NOT throw anything away, and she and her mother had way too much furniture in the house. They didn't understand about sorting stuff, and they had no concept of empty space. There were vanities and mirrors to stumble over that nobody used, there were dressers and chests of drawers, all sorts of stuff.
I sent some of the little stuff to a place that is a third party eBay store. It's called Three Sisters.
I am so sick of looking at this stuff I could scream. It's solid mahagony but I didn't pick it out. I have stuff in my house HERE I need to get rid of that was hand down furniture, and we're trying to move into the house that was my parents' house. Cleaning it out has worn me down. It's stressful going through all that stuff and reliving old bad memories. I sent china, crystal, lots of stuff that was never used to the auction house, and took lots of stuff to the thrift shop as well.
I have no brothers or sisters to help me with this, just my partner of many years. It's overwhelming. And yet I HAVE to move into that house, and sell the one I live in now, before the end of the year, to survive.
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