| Kristi | Posted: 28 June 2014 - 03:59 PM |
I want to scream. I want to scream, at them. I want to torch their house. No. Wait. That would mean they would have to live with me. NOT going to happen! What do I do? Where to start? They were great parents until I became my own person and made my own choices. One of these choices being to move out of county (2 hours away) and live with a boyfriend. I was 22. This I believe was the beginning of their hoarding, because their life up until that point centered around me, and then took a plunging dive into madness. They couldn't hold on to me, so they held onto everything else. When I moved back two years later I had to live in the living room because my room was full. Shortly after I moved into my own house, got disowned for marrying outside my ethnic group. I pulled us back together for the sake of their 3 grandchildren. Moved again to another county (one hour away), various disagreements have come and gone. I have been disowned about 3 more times for not agreeing with their opinions. I try to limit my conversations with them to holidays and birthdays. I "love" them because it what the social norm says I should do, but I would be very happy to never see them again. They give me and my family nothing but drama and complain when we can't fulfill their lives. They have even threatened to disown my 16 year old daughter if she ever gets a tattoo. Their priorities are "on track" yes? I have not been to their house in 10+ years and I am 46 now. Last Thursday my mom calls me to tell me that my dad, 68 years old, fell off the roof (about 20 ft) on Tuesday. She was only calling now because he was about to go into surgery to pin a crushed ankle, but right before he went in he had a heart attack. He recovered from the heart attack and received two stents. He is currently in a rehab facility where they are helping him recover from his broken back (2 places), 3 broken ribs and the ankle that finally got pinned on Sunday. I went to their house. I saw noticeable sunlight coming into their bedroom from the hole in the ceiling. There is wall to wall shelving and boxes everywhere. I was there to help her "clear a trail" for his wheelchair when he finally gets released. There is an active drip in every room when it rains because there are so many holes in the roof. Each room either has heavy water stains or actual holes and falling sheet rock from the ceiling. The neighbors have tried to help but they are frustrated as well because we work in that black mold and rat dropping infested house for hours and she comes home and starts pulling things out of the trash. She continues to say how mad my dad is going to be, but then tells us thanks for cleaning. She cannot give us any other options and rejects any of ours. I shared my concerns with the neighbors that I am afraid what is going to happen is that he is going to be so mad he will try to get us arrested for theft or sue us for messing with his house. He is very vindictive and always looking for revenge against some slight. In fact, he told the neighbors that have been helping us that the ONLY reason he has not fixed the roof in over 25 years is because he and his other neighbor don't like each other and he wants to piss that neighbor off. In short, with me discussing my dad's possible retaliation and the fact that my mother was at that moment pulling more boxes out of the trash pile was enough to make the neighbors say. "We're done. God bless. Best of luck." My first thought was "Can I quit too?" My husband is more caring and forgiving than I am and wants to try to at least give them one dry room to sleep in, and clean up the kitchen and den area. My husband wants my parents to use their credit cards to purchase materials but we again get met with "Oh, Philip would not let me do that!" We don't have the money to buy the materials. They made this mess. They really don't want me to clean it up judging by how many boxes came back inside from the trash pile. Do I stop? I just don't see how it will end well. | |
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