My Friends Hated Coming Over
Filed under: Fambly - November 1, 2006 @ 5:03 pmGrowing up, my mom constantly ordered us kids to do chores around the house, but the house was so filthy, we never knew where to begin. Even though she didn’t have a job, she wouldn’t lift a finger to clean. To this day, if a health inspector were to come to my parents house, it would be condemned.
The walls are splattered with old food and dirty handprints. Holes have been kicked in the walls, and never repaired. Dogs and cats pee and poop all over the place, and no one cleans it up. Parts of the carpet are ripped up, and just stay that way. They have old sheets hanging up for curtains. The place smells like rancid catbox.
They leave food lying around, and all their furniture is ripped up and covered with pet hair. You can’t find a place to sit because all the chairs are piled high with crap. Nothing in their house matches. They don’t have matching dishes, towels, or sheets. The toilets are encrusted with black filth. Faucet handles and door knobs have fallen off throughout the house, and have never been replaced. They leave things like butter and salad dressing out for days, and have no problem eating it. I think I built up quite an immune system, thanks to home sweet home.
July 21st, 2008 at 3:08 pm
My father was always a cheap bastard with his family even though he was a doctor. With his friends he would spend all kinds of money to impress them. but with us he would make us eat the cereal we got from the trash from the local Mexican market that had meal worms or cockroaches crawling around. Our deep freezer would consistently defrost all the meat and refreeze it eventually turning the meat green but then he would just crock pot it in BBQ and make us eat or we would get a beating for disobeying. We found a tarantula when we were camping and brought it home as a pet, my father didn’t want to spend the 75 cents to get crickets to feed it, so when he had bought a old bees box that had been abandoned by the bees bc of a moth infestation we opened the box to reveal hundreds of cockroaches and he said that they would be good food for the spider and made me reach my hand into the box grabbing out handfuls of squirming roaches that were crawling up my arm to put them into the tank with the spider, if I dropped a roach in fear he would yell at me, sad to say, we put so many roaches in the tank with the spider that it had a heart attack and died. I still have nightmares.
~Joy~