My mom has finally forced me completely
out of their house. (I can't say the same about my older brother but that's a whole topic by itself.) I haven't really lived with my parents since graduating high school but my stuff has always been there. Even when they moved into a new house a couple years ago, so did my stuff. Until recently all of my stuff have been in boxes, stored in a corner of an extra room. My mom would consistently nag me to take those boxes and/or trash them and I would agree but really had no intentions on doing so (I'm too lazy). But then my boxes were moved into the open living area and she threaten to throw everything away. Geez. I understand that she wants a clean house but to throw away all of my possessions? After ridding of all my "junk", I will no longer have any presence in that house, except for a few family pictures with the boys but that's only because I gave it to them to hang or display.
When Jacob and Andrew move out, I would think that I'd keep some of their material possessions in the house, as a reminder of them once living here, something tangible. Within the pile of stuff to be sorted, I found various gifts that I gave my mom as a kid, from plush animals to handmade crafts. Obliviously she never cared for them as it ended up in this pile to be trashed. Thanks mom. I know she cares for me but I feel so rejected. Now I know where I got my heartlessness from. To appease her I've been slowly cleaning/sorting/trashing a couple boxes every time I visit and came across some gems I couldn't bare to throw away.