Never again, I swear to God.

[apocalypsos]

Please keep in mind before you read any of this that I haaaate filling up floor space in my apartment. Haaaaate. I would prefer an empty apartment to one chock full o' crap. It'll help to explain why I'm so fucking livid right now.

When my mom bought me the couch, it was supposed to replace the day bed in the living room. This would mean that I could put the mattress that had been on the day bed on the actual bed and then I would have a couch in the living room and a regular bed in the bedroom.

My parents were supposed to take away the day bed frame. They didn't. I asked them to, and they said, "But you can buy a mattress and put it in the spare bedroom for when you have guests over!"

For the record, I never have guests over. I hate having guests over. My parents are lucky I let THEM come over.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, when my mother said that her cousin was getting a new dining room set and was getting rid of her very nice one which I could have to replace the less nice one in my kitchen/dining room. "Oh, your father can take the old one away and give it to the Salvation Army!" Okay, sure. Except somewhere along the line, no matter how many times I told her no, the story turned into, "Oh, you can keep them both and when you get your own house you'll have two!" Who the FUCK needs two dining room sets? If I'm buying a house with two dining rooms -- why, I'm not sure -- shouldn't I be wealthy enough to buy two NEW dining room sets?

My dad called me yesterday as I was running out the door for work and said he and my brother were bringing down the new dining room set while I'd be gone. I knew what was coming. I knew it.

I came home from work to find two dining room sets cluttering up my apartment.

I have to go to bed now or I am going to call my mother and say very, VERY bad things to her. As it is, I'm already planning on calling her up when I wake up and telling her that in no way, shape or form is she EVER to offer me furniture again. Not even a lamp.

Comments

[fyrdrakken]

Ooh, the Goodwill suggestion tops my own idea, which was to inquire about large trash pickup day in your area, or whether there's enough traffic past your building for good unwanted stuff left on the curb to disappear within a day or two. The pro to that plan would have been letting your parents know that you *threw out* the unwanted furniture they'd stuck you with, which would probably help quell further impulses along those lines on their parts (though letting them know you gave the bed and dining room set to Goodwill, phrased as a gripe to them for making you call for the pickup rather than hauling it down themselves, would be almost as good). The two big cons to that plan of course would have been A) having to get a friend or two over to help haul it down to the curb and B) the risk of family members spotting the items on the curb before they disappear and hauling them back up to your apartment.