I need it. I am a compulsive hoarder. There. I've said it. Granted, I've said it to an audience that is not likely to respond.
I keep everything. Okay, not everything. But I keep way too much. And it's everywhere! My counters and furniture are covered with the stuff. Things that should not be there. Clothes that need repair, socks with holes, containers that *could* come in handy.
I have bags of stuff that I've bought, that are still sitting around in bags!
I have boxes and boxes of things that I *might* use someday.
My house is always messy. I never invite anyone over. Including my kids' friends. It's terrible.
Mike is sick of it. He says all the clutter is making him physically ill. He's so unhappy about it.
I'm not happy either.
I need to do something, but what?
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Hi Elona, I think we both inherited the hoarding instinct from Grandma Newren. Jared and I have been cleaning up her house and the dates on things are ridiculous - all the cleaning stuff is from the 80s or 90s, and everything else is SO old and there is SOOOOO much of it.
I think it's funny that you don't invite anyone over - we just show up and come visit anyway! Carol, me, Deborah, and Zeke just magically appeared!
Unfortunately, I think the real solution is to throw stuff away, but I know that is really hard. Have Mike do it. Then you'd never know it's gone =) Of course, you may want to mention some things he CAN'T throw away.
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