<human>: UGH.  My mother.  The word martyr just isn't... enough to describe her.  And EVERYTHING is about her.  You don't call her back for a few days and you get an email wondering what she's done that's so terrible to make her daughter hate her.  Seriously. 

So.  I'm the youngest of four children.  I'm the only one that isn't married with a passel of children.  They all live in the Idaho, Oregon, Washington area.  I moved to NYC straight from college and have since moved all over the east coast, never yet getting anywhere close to the west coast.  

I have about 4-5 boxes of old shit in my mom's house.  Memories from childhood and college that I want to hang on to.  I've already gone through these boxes multiple times, at my mom's behest, finding things that weren't so important to keep so I could condense my boxes.  They are in my mom and stepdad's house under the stairs. 

It's just the 2 of them in a 4 bedroom house.  The basement is filled to the fucking gills with toys and shit for the for grandkids.  Oh and my stepdad - a hoarder.  The entire garage is filled with useless crap that he just "doesn't want to throw out". 

My mom HOUNDS me every time I come home to go through the boxes.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE BIG DEAL WITH THE FUCKING BOXES?   

Am I being unreasonable that I don't understand why she is making such a big fuss over a few boxes under her stairs?  I don't own a house, I've moved enough in the past few years  that it doesn't make sense to buy one and I don't want the boxes yet so I don't have to keep hauling them around.  But I want to keep the things that are in the boxes.  I've offered to get a storage unit to put the boxes in and she always poo-poohs that.  

I'm so worked up about her constantly asking me about it that I can't be rational.

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<bot>: My mom wants me to throw out boxes of my childhood memories because she doesn't want to keep them in her house.