I finally mustered the balls to ask what the summons was about to which my mother told me “You need to come clean the shit out of your old closet. Your father and I can do it and just put it in plastic tubs if you’re busy but we almost had a heart attack opening the door.” Not being sure what was in there, I MADE time. I didn’t understand the urgency as they now have 2 other empty rooms to fill with their shit, they couldn’t possibly be so strapped for storage that my closet needed to be cleaned out within 48 hours.
I haven’t seen the bottom of that closet in years but I was excited to see what treasures I could score. My dream of treasure quickly turned into trash as I came to the realization I am a hoarded. I always make fun of my sister for hoarding but this closet won the trophy. I have had that closet since I was a little girl and boy was it obvious. Items ranged from candy wrappers to jewelry with the mandatory loose change in the bottom. However, when I opened the closet door I immediately knew why it was such an emergency. My dad was taking over my closet with his fall wardrobe! My dad has been commenting on my clothing collection and it’s unnecessary reasoning for as long as I can remember and now this matriarch was expanding his attire overflow into my old room.
Living with 3 women must have finally rubbed off on him. I started by pulling one thing out of the closet and immediately had a jumbled avalanche in shit city. As I was picking through things I came across 3 shoeboxes full of notes I wrote my elementary bffs. Why I saved them all is beyond me as they have zero context today. Most of them started with ‘Uhhhh I’m so bored’ or ‘Sitting in Religion class…’ and ended with bratty gossip about someone in school. Oh we really were living the dream. That shoebox is exactly why I didn’t want my mom cleaning out the closet. I saved 10 years of ammunition on myself, what the fuck was I thinking?!