Today, I slipped on a plastic bag that my mom, the hoarder, was keeping on the stairs. I fell and sprained my ankle, getting rug burn in the process. Her response? Getting mad at me, putting the bag back on the stairs, then getting another to add to the pile. FML
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Wild Nights Out
Last call, bad decisions and 3 a.m. texts you'll regret until noon. Cheers.
Today, I tripped really hard and twisted my ankle on a toy that was on the floor, dropping a bag of trash filled with coffee and energy drinks my husband has piled around his desk. Instead of helping me up or helping me clean, he berated me about it. Told me that it's not my problem and went to his LoL game. FML
Today, I slipped and fell down the stairs, landing hard on my knee. Through my screams of agony, my mom accused me of exaggerating the pain, and said I was just being an attention seeker, before finally taking me to hospital. I was told my leg was broken. She refused to apologize. FML
Today, my mom told me to take out the trash. I thought it would be a good idea to Hulk-smash it into the can. I missed. The bag ripped and garbage flew everywhere. FML
Today, I slipped walking down the stairs. My mom thought I sprained my right ankle. In her haste to get me to the doctor, she grabbed me and accidentally tripped me. I broke my left ankle. The right one was fine. FML
Today, I fell down the stairs while holding some dirty glasses from my room. I ended up pulling pieces of glass from my body. Meanwhile all my mom cares about is the fact that I broke three of her favorite glasses. FML
Today, my mom yelled at me for going through her closet for some warmer clothes. She had a rant about taking her clothes without her permission, all while wearing a pair of my boots and one of my sweaters. FML
Today, I slipped and sprained my ankle while shopping for a present for my husband, who later came home and tripped over my elevated leg, hurting my ankle again. Now I have an excruciating sprain, and a spouse who's furious at me because, I "shouldn't have tried to surprise him." FML
Today, I had to get stitches on my foot and was then forced to wear a plastic bag on my foot while showering. The plastic bag made me slip in the shower and had to go back and get stitches in my forehead. FML
Today, I slipped on the ice in front of my apartment, spraining my ankle and cracking a rib. While I laid on the ground immediately after, my neighbor chewed me out for saying "shit" in front of her 4-year-old on my way down. FML
Today, I was home alone in my apartment. I tripped over my dresser and fell and sprained my ankle. As I was laying there in agonizing pain, my downstairs neighbor shouted at me to shut up. FML
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Top comments
goebsy 8
Get her on TV. That's what everyone else does these days when they have a problem.
SherryA 15
That has got to suck. People like the OP's mother doesn't need children in a household like that.
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Comments (137)
JustJaredfied 0
Get the hell out of there!
allknowingbrony 5
Ever hear of the show hoarders? you MIGHT want to give 'em a call...
princess151617 4
She's a bitch
Migole 36
Well, seems like you have two possibilities: 1. Get the **** out of there! 2. Get your mom some help. I'm sure you can find some numbers you can call on the internet.
kittykoo45 3
Can't she at least say "Sorry"?
tuckit 28
Maybe you should get her some help?
ZombieSazza 34
I have this problem with my flatmate, he's a hoarder and hasn't cleaned the house in years, it's honestly disgusting. The best way to deal with it? Sorry this isn't helpful, but moving out. I avoid my home because it depresses me and affects my health, so I'm looking to move out because having a hoarder understand takes a long time, they have emotional attachment to the junk they keep and it's irritating for the people who live with hoarders.
zarabsegin 16
I feel like Katy Perry should start singing...
daemonsparta 16
time to move... or call hoarders