Sneak cleaning
It’s garbage day. For the past couple months, I’ve been throwing a bit out here and a bit out there. There’s so much junk, that my mom hasn’t noticed yet. I almost got caught today, tossing out a rusty old bird cage she hasn’t used in over a year.
Walking back from the trash can, I turned around, and there she was standing in the yard and watching me.
😬
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just putting the cans out. It’s garbage day.” 😐
We walked back into the house and noticed the kitchen trash was full.
“I’ll take that out later,” she said.
“I’ll do it now.” 😅
Lol If she throws anything out today, she’ll notice that cage in there. And I won’t be able to chip away at this mess anymore. If you don’t notice a thing is missing, then you don’t really need it, do you?
I know it’s a breach of trust to a hoarder, but I’ll be honest; the risk to my health and wellbeing (including my mental wellbeing) means less to her than all this garbage, so I’ve lost patience. I’m trying and I’m working on forgiveness, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever be okay living like this. And she does mean more to me than garbage, so I don’t want her living like this either.
There will come a point when I have to stop because it will be noticeable that piles of junk are significantly smaller. I really will have to wait for her to feel ready to let things go. But for now, a little here and a little there is going to be tossed.
Walking back from the trash can, I turned around, and there she was standing in the yard and watching me.
😬
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just putting the cans out. It’s garbage day.” 😐
We walked back into the house and noticed the kitchen trash was full.
“I’ll take that out later,” she said.
“I’ll do it now.” 😅
Lol If she throws anything out today, she’ll notice that cage in there. And I won’t be able to chip away at this mess anymore. If you don’t notice a thing is missing, then you don’t really need it, do you?
I know it’s a breach of trust to a hoarder, but I’ll be honest; the risk to my health and wellbeing (including my mental wellbeing) means less to her than all this garbage, so I’ve lost patience. I’m trying and I’m working on forgiveness, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever be okay living like this. And she does mean more to me than garbage, so I don’t want her living like this either.
There will come a point when I have to stop because it will be noticeable that piles of junk are significantly smaller. I really will have to wait for her to feel ready to let things go. But for now, a little here and a little there is going to be tossed.
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