Publisher: Random House
Weight: 420 g
'To start: it was just me and my mom. I am an only child, and she is a single parent. My mother is a trash hoarder. Ever since I can remember the house was always messy and stunk. At around age 9ish I noticed that something was wrong. My friends' houses didn't look like mine and I wasn't allowed to have friends over for a slumber party. I started throwing bags of trash away every day, just to have my mom freak out when she got home: 'Where did those papers go? There was a coupon in there for or Why did you throw those away? We can still use those,' referring to stained or moth-eaten cloth scraps. I was trying to clean her room one day and found newspapers from before I was born. We didn't eat at home anymore because the fridge was disgusting and she used the sink as a trash can, so it got clogged. We always ate out, we never had a home-cooked meal and I've never had a family dinner at a dinner table. To top things off my mom was morbidly obese (400+ lbs), she liked being naked around the house and she was a bed wetter. She liked sitting on our leather couch naked. I stopped sitting on it years before I left, I had a stool in the corner of the living room. That is what I sat on and that alone. I kept that corner as clean as I could. Made sure there was foot space and that there wasn't dust on the walls. That was my corner, my space.
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