How do you tell him?
Suggestion:- Maybe you can tell him you're not collecting anything
anymore? Use the excuse that you wanna concentrate on the new rugrat or whatever. If he continues to give you stuff, you can just repeat that mantra until he perhaps gets the hint? I've had to do that with my Australian cousin several times. Because we had a Simpsons-themed wedding she's convinced we still like the show 12 years later and always sends us some Simpsons 'crap' each Christmas. I know her heart is in the right place, likewise her generosity is wonderful (she's often spent FAR more on the postage than the tat inside) but I've had to tell her to just stop and simply raise a toast to us - as we do her - each holiday season.
I dunno. I have a hard time feeling sorry for these people on the show. I feel far sorrier for the people around them - the parents of the young girl last night and the kids of the older woman a few weeks ago. It sounds callous but if I was any of them I would just bail and walk away from it all. I can't handle that dysfunction.
There have been times in my life when I could have been accused of 'collecting' things, but never excessively. Now I am the exact opposite of that. I prefer to live with the barest minimum of detrius and we have been progessively and proactively ridding ourselves of more and more 'useless tat' with every month that passes. We've given 80% of our books to the library, the CD collections have been decimated and/or reduced in weight, we donated almost $1000-worth of nick-nack rubbish (toys, figurines, bobbleheads, sundry tsotchkes, old hi-fi equipment etc) to a cat neutering charity in the Spring and are constantly getting rid of larger furniture items on Craigslist or eBay
For me, I just reached that point where I realised that I didn't need to buy all those DVD's that never get watched, get those CD's that never get properly listened to or buy books I could read for nothing from the local library. By cutting back on the excesses, I find myself actually listening to, watching and reading a lot MORE than I used to. The less you have the less you have to worry about losing/damaging/cleaning/dusting/storing everything.
AFAIAC these people on the show are seriously screwed up. As viewers we laugh and grimace in equal measures at them. I'm painfully accustomed to mental disease, but theirs seems so entirely illogical. You watched last night (or DVR cut the show short) and just KNEW the older woman was going to lose one or both homes and the younger girl was going to get progressively worse and either grow into a bitter old hag or top herself at some point. Its a train-wreck of a TV show that makes me feel uncomfortable to watch to be honest.
That roll-top desk WAS a piece of shit though.