LadyEllen
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Joined: 6/30/2006 From: Stourport-England Status: offline
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I was married to a hoarder. We moved into the flat (apartment) where I now live in 1990 and by 1992 it was full. Literally you had to tip toe through the piles of stuff "that will be useful one day". If I tried to tidy up, even if I moved anything, there would be a storm of protest that it wasnt her fault, the place was too small etc. We moved into a three bedroom house in 1997, complete with cellar. The first two or three years were great - so much space! After that it deteriorated rapidly until I left in 2002. Nowadays the cellar is packed from floor to ceiling, wall to wall with stuff and every room is filled with even more stuff - the dining table is two feet high with stuff. Particularly annoying are the empty boxes, squashed flat, the newspapers and magazines tied in bundles or stuffed in boxes, the four foot high pile of egg boxes, the empty pop bottles and jars. It is after all my house too - if ever I wanted to sell up I couldnt as no one in their right mind, upon viewing it, would want to buy. Despite appearances at times, I like tidy - I'm not so bothered about a little dirty, but I cant stand mess and disorder. Clearly we were a poor match on this ground if no others. Perhaps equally clearly we each have our own little psychological issues with it all. E
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