I've got a very good friend who is a hoarder, so was his mother. I dated his sister for a year or so, she was normal and the father was normal. All very nice people. The house was a series of very narrow passageways between their "stuff". The father's room, and the sisters room were neat as a pin ... strange thing to see.
One of the hallways was floor to ceiling VHS tapes that my friend Dave had pulled off satellites ... he had five dishes in his backyard. The father and mother are dead now, the house is still covered in tar-paper and the "kids" (Dave is 63) have lived off the proceeds of selling family land for decades now.
Well, I could go on for pages ... but it's always the same cycle, sell some land, go buy stuff, surplus things, things he doesn't need, new projects never finished. He could have retired with a good income but he's going to die under a pile of trash ... and he'd have it no other way.
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