Growing Up With a Hoarder
Kimberly Rae Miller grew up in a flea-infested home filled floor to ceiling with junk. Read an excerpt from her new memoir, "Coming Clean," about how she survived her family's secret shame.
It was while playing pool one night, about a year into their friendship, that they made the transition from friends to something more.
"The guy I was playing opposite was being very attentive," my mother says. "All of a sudden your father was all over me, in a way he'd never been before. So that was that."
Shortly afterward they moved in together, and a few years after that they decided to leave the cramped spaces and paper thin walls of apartment living behind them and moved to a house on Long Island. Two years after that they decided to have a child. Two years after that, my mother found out she was pregnant, and finally on the seventh anniversary of their pool-table kindling, they got married.
My parents used to have adventures—leave for a drive around the neighborhood only to embark on a days-long road trip, or dress in drag for a night out—just to make each other laugh.
I could sit in restaurants or parking lots with my parents forever, because I knew as soon as we pulled into our driveway, my family would disband and we'd all go back into hiding.
Excerpted from Coming Clean: A Memoir by Kimberly Rae Miller, with permission from Amazon Publishing/New Harvest.
©2013 by Kimberly Rae Miller
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