The shit completely hit the fan today. Hubby lost his shit twice and I had one emotional breakdown.
None of our things will fit in the house. We had to take almost the entire truck over to the storage facility and just empty it. My mother doesn't seem to understand her hoarding tendencies, and I feel like for every step forward she takes 3 steps back.
I feel torn apart and I don't know what to do. I want to run away from everyone. The only thing right is the town in in. Maybe it's just lack of sleep and communication, but I'm afraid this isn't going to work.
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