Okay, yes, I'm sixteen and yes, I still live with my parents. Now we've got that off the radar, let me explain my problem. See, every so often, my dear old mum goes out to buy me clothes for no reason. Okay, that's nice. However, she always only ever gets me t-shirts and jeans, and then, when I tell her either that I have enough clothes or that there are other kinds of clothes, she denies that she ever buys me anything and then proceeds to buy me more.
The story goes on.
One day, my cupboard decides to break under the weight of all of these clothes, and, when everything tumbles down onto the floor I think, 'hell, why not count it all?'
I count.
As it turns out, over the last three months (I know the time frame because of the sizes. I'm not going into the stuff prior to the size change, because that's almost innumerable), my dear old mummy has bought me twenty-six pairs of jeans and forty t-shirts.
Anyway, long story short, has anyone else here got a relative or friend who compulsively buys things, whether for you or themselves? If so, how do you convince them that they're doing it, and that you have enough stuff?
Also, my nana's convinced that my family love ketchup and cheese, even though none of us particularly like either (and I despise the former with a passion that burns with the fire of a thousand suns).
The story goes on.
One day, my cupboard decides to break under the weight of all of these clothes, and, when everything tumbles down onto the floor I think, 'hell, why not count it all?'
I count.
As it turns out, over the last three months (I know the time frame because of the sizes. I'm not going into the stuff prior to the size change, because that's almost innumerable), my dear old mummy has bought me twenty-six pairs of jeans and forty t-shirts.
Anyway, long story short, has anyone else here got a relative or friend who compulsively buys things, whether for you or themselves? If so, how do you convince them that they're doing it, and that you have enough stuff?
Also, my nana's convinced that my family love ketchup and cheese, even though none of us particularly like either (and I despise the former with a passion that burns with the fire of a thousand suns).
