Full Closet
A reader writes:
"In an old post, you said Reddit is a good source of entertainment. Don't you think many of the stories there are fake? That said, if you had one to add, what would it be?"
"In an old post, you said Reddit is a good source of entertainment. Don't you think many of the stories there are fake? That said, if you had one to add, what would it be?"
First off, I am certain a number of the posts are fake. And many more have omissions, and other intentional and unintentional errors such that the entire story is not being shared.
Still, I find them entertaining. Why? Many of these stories recount tales of these people get angry with friends and family (or strangers) who wronged them. And that instance of being wronged is always so much less than I had to endure with my own mom growing up. There are so many of these, that I have an entire label dedicated to them.
For this one, you will need a few points of context.
Context 1
My grandfather died when I was 10 years old. My parents did not get rid of his old clothes, and instead, stored them in my closet. The clothes took up most of my closet, but that didn't matter because...
Context 2
My father was raised on a farm. They had 3 changes of clothes. That was all they could afford. So even when he was making north of $50,000 per year in 1985 (Calculated to be equivalent of $154K in 2025), we had only three changes of clothing. I never knew different until much later.
Context 3
When I was a late teen, I was fully grown - 6'2" and 280 pounds plus. I wore a 2XL shirt. My mom, who was also overweight, found my shirts to be exceptionally baggy, and, therefore, comfortable.
Situation
I come home, to find my mother wearing one of my shirts. This was problematic for several reasons:
- I only had three t-shirts, and this was one of them.
- She ALWAYS spilled food on my clothes when she wore them, leading to embarrassing stains (she would hide them after wearing so I would not find out, and the stain would be set by then.
- I had three shirts. She had dozens.
Therefore, I protested vehemently. She fired back that I had a whole closet full of clothes. She did not realize that all these clothes belonged to my grandfather (who wore a size Large). So I pointed that out and brought her back there. She started showing me all the clothes "I had."
Then I showed her they were all size "L." She got sheepish. I asked her kindly to not wear my clothes anymore. She said she wouldn't... and that promise lasted one day.
That weekend, I purchased a mobile cabinet with a lock. I stored my shirts in there. As well as other items I did not want my family taking.
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