It's nice to have some company every once in a while. However, when we have guests over we expect them to behave appropriately. But, that isn't always the case. Here, people share a time when guests have done something ridiculous when welcomed into a home. Thanks to everyone who shared their story.
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When Two Weeks Feels Like A Lifetime
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“My uncle, who has a drinking problem, and my two cousins came to stay with us for a week when I was younger, and it soon turned into an impromptu two-week stay. My mom (my uncle is her younger brother) practically lost her sanity during the visit.
My uncle raided the house for drinks and drank anything that he could find. My parents had hidden a stash of their good stuff in a drawer in their bedroom because they knew he was an addict. Yup, he found it and drank it all without asking. My mom was upset, but she understood that he has a problem, so she just started locking her door.
My two cousins (maybe 9 and 12 years old) ate and drank practically everything. My parents worked full time, so they weren’t able to entertain them during the day and my siblings and I were at school, so they were left alone for the daytime during the weekdays. My mom would make a big breakfast for everyone before she left for work, and they would eat that and then promptly start eating all of our school snacks. My parents would come home and make dinner, but they didn’t want to eat it because they had filled up on junk food all day. My mom explained that the snacks were for our lunches and she would make/leave out food that they could eat throughout the day. But they didn’t want sandwiches, they wanted our chips and crackers. My mom went to pack our lunches the next day and found that they had eaten the bread, fruit, snacks, and drank all of our juices. My mom replenished it a couple of times but got sick of rebuying snacks that my cousins would instantly devour. The worst part is, when we had stayed at my uncle’s house the year prior, he made it clear to everyone he was NOT feeding all of us, and my parents were expected to buy their own groceries while we all stayed there.
The cousins decided they wanted to make cookies, so they started climbing all over the countertops, pulling down almost every dish, dirtying everything, flour exploded everywhere, a ton of ingredients were wasted because they gave up halfway through and went to go watch TV, leaving the mess for my parents to deal with. My mom lost it and told her brother she would NEVER expect him to clean up after her kids, so she shouldn’t even have to tell him that she wasn’t cleaning up after his.
The cousins, for some reason, would leave all of their dirty laundry behind the bathroom door. They would just whip off their underwear to take a shower and kick it behind the door, so there was a mountain of dirty clothes there, despite my parents showing them where the laundry room was.
The younger cousin of mine dug through my closet and found a tea set that I carefully maintained and had stored in styrofoam that I had gotten from another family member. She decided she wanted to play with it and ended up smashing everything. They read my diary and colored all over it, ripping out pages and making fun of me for what was in it.
One of the cousins (my mom didn’t find out until after they finally left) had a runny nose, so she just started stuffing her used tissues in the sofa throughout the two weeks.
My mom finally kicked them out after my uncle got really hammered and started chasing around my five-year-old brother to spank him because he supposedly did something wrong. My little brother was hiding underneath a desk, screaming, because his slurring, wasted uncle was trying to hit him.
Yeah, they haven’t been invited back to visit.”
The Cup Incident Was The Tipping Point
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“The most disrespectful thing that ever happened to me in my own house came from my sister-in-law.
My wife invited her younger sister, who had recently turned 18, over to stay with us for a few weeks due to some issues at her mom’s house. I’ve had issues with the sister in the past, as she has difficulty accepting responsibility for her actions. Everything is everybody else’s fault, never hers. So I was not exactly happy about her staying with us, but she’s family, so I played nice.
A couple weeks turned into nearly a month and a half, and things were degrading. She stopped taking her medication and was growing more unstable by the day. She got mad that we asked her to help us buy the food that she was eating, even though we had told her ahead of time that we would need her to contribute. Tensions rose, and the situation was rapidly getting worse.
On the final day, my wife was getting angry at the sister, who was rather unstable by now. The thing that set it off started with a cup. The night prior, one of our cats peed on her bedding. Instead of waking either my wife or myself to get another set of linen, she took my son’s blanket and gave him the pee-soaked one. Naturally, my wife and I were furious when we found out and told her she needed to leave by Friday. This took place Wednesday morning.
By lunch of that same day, it had reached the tipping point. The sister had placed a cup of water on the living room floor, while she played on her computer. My wife asked her to pick it up and put it on the table so my 3-year-old son didn’t knock it over, but the sister did not listen. Lo and behold, it got knocked over just like my wife had said it would, as my son was playing on the floor.
The sister flew into a rage, smacked my son and yelled at him for an accident that was her fault. My wife got very angry at this, yelled at the sister, and was then cursed out by the sister. My wife took our son and retreated to our bedroom to call me, in tears of frustration and rage. Hearing this, I immediately told my boss that I had urgent family business to take care of and left work to sort this out. I arrived home to screaming, as my wife and her sister argued loudly.
I stepped in the middle and asked everybody to calm down. The sister stormed off and slammed MY door in MY home. I got the full story from my wife and went to address the issue with the sister, trying to keep my calm. The sister screamed at me, in my own home, to get out.
Up until this point, I had been very forgiving and understanding, but being disrespected like that, by a guest in my own home, was more than I could bear. And then she hit me and tried to lock herself in a closet. I don’t know how, but I kept calm and informed her that she had until 5:00 p.m. that day to pack her bags and get ready to leave. I would be collecting her and her things and taking her to the airport. She tried to argue, complaining about how her ticket wasn’t for another two days, trying to use the fact that she had bought food as leverage, everything under the sun.
As it turned out, she was packed and gone by the time I got home. So, yeah. That was the most disrespectful and insulting thing that has ever taken place in my home.”
That’s Not How You Ask Your Host For Things!
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“My dad is a realtor, and he invited a potential buyer, who was a long-time friend, to our house for dinner.
My mom is an amazing cook and was working for hours to make a great meal and to ensure that the deal would be successful. As dinner was winding down, my mom began serving everyone coffee. When our guest ran out of coffee, instead of asking for more, he simply tapped his spoon against the coffee mug until my mom took it away.
He was never invited back.”
Puking On The Table Was Just The Warm Up Act
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“Okay, the story I’m about to tell makes me so angry that my hands are practically shaking.
My mom ‘invited’ one of her childhood friends to our house for spring break last year. This woman is around 300 lbs, twice divorced, with an absolutely disgusting son.
So these idiots waltz into our house, acting like they own the place. Keep in mind, my mom hasn’t talked to her since high school in India. They found each other on Facebook and this woman, we’ll call her ‘Auntie M’ because that’s what she demanded my sister and I call her, basically invited herself over to our house.
So this dysfunctional duo shows up at our house and immediately claim my sister’s room. They literally walked upstairs and just put their bags on her bed.
The son was basically a fast food addict, so my sister and/or I would have to drive him to a restaurant for every meal. He literally would not eat or finish a single thing my mom made.
My mom made some amazing chicken rolls when they were here, so this worthless turd started eating them. He finished three when I was on my second one (he ate like a pig) and then proceeded to reach across the table and grab my last one off my plate.