Miss Jeanne I’m in a pickle. Long story short my MIL and I have a very strained relationship. Over recent years I’ve tried hard to repair it for my husband’s sake and I hate to admit it but she and I have a lot in common. I was even starting to really like her before this recent incident happened.
One thing we do not have in common is her pack rat mentality. 3 months ago I made the mistake of mentioning my husband and I would be having a yard sale in the middle of the summer. I really don’t like doing the yard sale thing so I just wanted to do one weekend. Since we live on a busy road while MIL does not I offered her a small spot in our sale to get some much needed extra cash. I stressed that we would only do it for this one weekend so please keep that in mind as far as space is concerned. I was afraid she would dump her entire house on us. She is a hoarder and when she does finally purge she cannot throw anything away but instead dumps it all on her children. Which is exactly what happened.
For three months she’s brought car load after car load down. She justifies this by saying that we can keep the profits. At first it was nice stuff but anymore it’s odd sewing notions and even a half used box of depends! At this point I feel like I’m being used a literal garbage dump.
I found my back bone and put my foot down 2 months ago. She stepped over it and put more boxes on my porch. She leaves them when I’m not home now. I considered just moving it to the trash but she brings so much down in a week that her things along with my household garbage would not be picked up by the garbage company. Finally my husband put his foot down last month. She countered by saying she had some of his late father’s things. MIL knows this is a weak spot for my husband so he relented hoping it would be more photos or other sentimental items. Sure, it was his father’s suitcase, but it was filled with his mother’s clothes. And the 3 boxes of junk and ladies boots certainly weren’t his fathers! I found it disgusting that she would use his father’s name to con us into taking more junk.
We’ve gone so far as to tell her no more in less then nice terms. We’ve shown her the two whole rooms(!) that she’s filled herself. Nothing has stopped her. She has brought so much down that I can’t possibly throw it all out without getting a dumpster and I’m already too overwhelmed by our own crowded mess to sort through her things (the point of the yard sale in the first place!). Would I be breaking some sort of rule of etiquette by breaking the peace treaty and placing a huge NO MIL sign in my yard? I’m thinking it’s my only option.
Have that Yard Sale ASAP and never have another one! Second, call one of the local charities that resells used items to see if they will arrange a pick up. Disabled American Vets was my charity of choice when I was a newly married. They would arrive with a large truck and happily load and take it all away. (And be sure to get a receipt from the charity so you can deduct the contribution from your income taxes.)