When we walk through our front door, thinking, “Ah, home sweet home.” It’s our sanctuary, our personal retreat, the place where we can be ourselves without any pretense. But, you know what can shatter that idyllic peace faster than you can say “welcome”? Rude guests. Yes, those individuals who turn our haven into a headache. So, grab a seat (or maybe a stress ball), and get ready to hear some jaw-dropping stories of ‘Home Sweet Home’ gone sour, all thanks to some seriously ill-mannered guests.
This was a guy I was seeing.
My son at the time was 2 and a half, he had a teddy he brought EVERYWHERE with him.
It didn’t bother me cause kids like comfort toys, well this guy had an issue with it.
So we were out on my balcony and my son showed this guy his teddy bear, he grabbed the bear threw it over the balcony and told my son to grow up bears are for babies.
Darran you’re a d*ck I still cannot stand you.
Had a “friend” staying with us for a while. She was trying to get back on her feet. I had just adopted a new kitten, about 10 weeks old. One day, I was standing in the kitchen, talking with said ‘friend’ when I heard my new kitty meowing, loudly, but sounds kind of muffled. I proceed to start looking around for her. She sounded distressed. Said “friend” just standing there, with a kind of crooked smile. So, I asked her where the kitten was. She said she had no idea. The meows are getting less and less, and I am walking all over the place, waiting for the next meow to lead me to her. She Was In The Freezer. What The F? I pretty much screamed at the psycho, upon retrieving my shivering, confused and miserable kitten, “What the F*ck did you do???” She smiled and said, “I thought you knew, cats love to be cold!” I told her, well, that’s just great, and since she claimed to love and understand cats so much, she will appreciate how cold she would be tonight…on the street….out of my house. I told her she had about 10 min to get her sh*t and get out or not only would she be getting an a**-kicking, I would be calling the police regarding her cruelty to animals. She left. Kitty survived to be 18 years old.
One summer while my family was up north, my best friend at the time asked if her and my other good friend could use my pool. I said okay and told her where the key was. She ended up throwing not one— but three house parties at my house without my knowledge. My grandmother even walked in on one because she was there to water the plants. The entire house was trashed. There were bleach spots on my lawn, bong water stains on the kitchen tablecloth, and broken glass everywhere. I wasn’t friends with her after that.
This happened to my friend. She has a koi pond in her backyard that her and her husband built themselves. It’s a nice little pond in the ground with rocks and a waterfall. They also have a couple of cats.
They go out of town for a couple weeks and one of her work friends takes care of her house. A few days into this work friend comes over and dumps the entire bag of cat food onto the kitchen floor. Then she decided that the water in the koi pond looked a bit low, so they turned on the hose to top it off. Only they “forget” to turn the hose off when they leave. She never comes back to the house to check on anything.
A couple of days later, the neighbor notices that their backyard is flooded and that there are koi swimming around in the yard. They turn off the water and try to catch the koi but are not successful. The koi end up dying or getting away.
Luckily the cats inside were okay. The neighbor calls my friend to tell her what happened.
Let’s just say that my friend is not friends with her co-worker anymore.
A friend was housesitting for me while I had a long weekend away. They said they would stop by two days out of the five to make sure everything was good and water my plants.
They showed up the day I left, unplugged my fridge and left.
Came home to everything rotten and it smelled like someone was m*rdered in the fridge. Called and asked what happened and she said she was mad at me because her brand new boyfriend said I was cute. I was in a committed relationship with another woman at the time. Literally, the LAST person to be interested in her sc*mbag boyfriend.
We weren’t friends after that and it took everything in me to not go kick her a**. (I’m not a fighter by nature but that tested me.)
My wife and I were having my high school friends over for some hanging out when our twins were 4 months old. For those without kids, the first few months with a newborn are BRUTAL because you’re sleep deprived, having a constant mental battle of “I should sleep” vs. “I should clean/be productive/be social”, etc., and it’s even worse with multiples. So, needless to say, we put on our happy faces, made the house presentable (though not pristine) and opened the door. My friend’s wife walked in and immediately said “Wow, it’s not very neat in here. Couldn’t you have cleaned?” I’m fairly certain my wife almost committed a crime that day.
My son’s friend ( middle school) opened all the yogurts in my refrigerator. Didn’t eat then, just opened all the tinfoil lids.
Future mother-in-law started pulling out flowers and vines she didn’t like and to top it off, not clean up the mess she made.
I can’t remember who it was, it was a family member. My son was around 2 and he was getting himself an apple or an orange. He’d get it off the counter, peel the sticker off, wash it, and proceed to peel it or just eat it. Well as he was washing his fruit, a guest goes to him and takes his fruit, and tells him he’s too young to be getting his own food. I tell them I taught him how to get a snack and it’s okay if he wants to eat some fruit. They insisted that he should ask first and when he said please, they washed it and prepared the fruit for him.
To me, that’s disrespectful because I teach my son how to take care of himself and he gets so happy when he can do more things for himself, and they took that away from him and made him beg for something that was already his.
I had a “friend” I hadn’t seen in YEARS who lives in another state decided to “surprise” me and fly down when I was 2 weeks postpartum (after a c-section to boot)… strike one.
Then she spent the entire weekend hitting on my husband. He’s a super laid-back guy and even he was wildly uncomfortable. We haven’t spoken since.
My roommates and I lived in a basement suite in a house during our second year of university, with the landlord upstairs.
The landlord was the chillest landlord who ever existed and was fine with us throwing parties every weekend pretty much. She had rented to a group of musicians for years before us and was accustomed to the noise.
One time she came down the set of stairs connecting the upper and lower suites to drop off some mail. The door in our basement is normally locked from the outside so we can’t go upstairs through it but she must have forgotten to lock it back up on her way out.
Later that night we noticed that one of our friends, John, had disappeared. His shoes were still by the door so we assumed he had walked outside barefoot. We didn’t really make much of it because he suddenly appeared back half an hour later.
The next day the landlord comes down and says that we had an “escapee” last night. We were all confused for a moment but then it all clicked for us at the same time, JOHN!
She recounted the story of what happened to us. Turns out John had been feeling adventurous and without realizing what he was doing, opened the door to the upstairs and walked up. He made his way to the fridge, opened it and started eating handfuls of pie straight from the tin.
Not only was she cool enough to not immediately call the police or put an end to our party, but she also started talking to him. She asked him how old he was. “19” (we are Canadian so we are legal to drink). She follows up with “How long have you been 19?” Thinking it was his birthday which would explain the excessive drunkenness. His answer to that was “I’ve been 19 for 2 years. I’m from Campbell River (a small town in BC), where time moves incredibly slowly”
After her laughing at his joke and finishing his handful of life she escorted him back downstairs like nothing had ever happened
Mom invited a family friend over for lunch. Mom said the friend was coming with their husband and 2 kids. They came with 2 freakin families we did not know. The quiet moment when mom’s eyes move in silent subtle horror.
A slightly obese neighbor randomly shows up at the front door looking panicked. He asked if he could use the restroom so of course I said yes. Well 30 min later he finishes up, thanks me and leaves. I check the restroom and it looks like a war zone. Magazines were scattered everywhere, toilet paper on the ground, and the smell… I’ll never forget the smell. But that’s not the f*cked up part, I then proceed to watch him pull out of my driveway, down the street and then into his OWN DRIVEWAY THEN WALK INTO HIS OWN HOUSE! What the F was he thinking? I don’t think you can get much more disrespectful than that.
The neighbor’s kid came in with dirt all over his feet and then wiped them on the carpet. Never did get the stain out.
I pick up friends from the airport only to find out that they’ve invited themselves to stay at my place to “save money” They also “save money” by consuming my food and alcohol and trying to get me to “split the bill 5050” when I’ve had a corona and empanada and they had Florida lobster, stone crabs, and those giant fish bowl margs. No more. You don’t have a place, there’s a 20$-a-night hostel down the road.
The guy who we invited to our weekly poker game after he creepily found out about it from a mutual friend and invited himself. It was around Christmas time, so he brought two fruit cakes and told my roommate and I (girls) in front of our other friends (mostly guys), that the cakes were just for us because they were low in “sat fat” (his obnoxious way of saying saturated fat) and “girls don’t wanna get fat.”
He then proceeded to play like an absolute d*ckhead: splashing the pot, trying to bet under the minimum, folding out of turn, etc. He was loud and rude and kept saying weird things all night.
Just as everyone was getting thoroughly sick of him, he turned to me and asked me if I wanted to go on a date sometime. In front of about 12 other people. I was not in any way attracted to this guy, nor had I done anything to encourage him to think so. I told him no as nicely as I could, but godd*mnit, he persisted.
He asked me out again, and said “If you say no this time everyone will know it’s because you think you’re better than me and I’m not good enough to go out with you.”
Of course, I wanted to tell him that I thought he was an a**hole and that’s why I didn’t want to go out with him, but I didn’t want to end up having a SVU episode based on my gruesome m*rder. I sputtered out something about not wanting to date anyone at the moment and he more or less accepted it and shut up. We never invited him back and we had poker at someone else’s house for a while after, just to be sure he wouldn’t show up.
He later got arrested for threatening to shoot his neighbor over a parking spot he’d shovelled out.
My mother was in the middle of her fight with cancer – she had been flown overseas a few times, and was in the middle of chemo and radiation, all while trying to work and take care of my elderly grandmother. She is one of the kindest and most compassionate people in our community so everyone was rightfully really concerned about her and her well-being.
Except for her uncle – who came to the house frequently just to complain about his nonexistent medical ‘issues’ without asking ONCE how she was doing. Even on days when she was laying in a darkened bedroom shivering on a summer day and couldn’t come out to greet him because she felt so poorly – he”d still sit in our living room and loudly whine about how his Dr told him he’d have to change his diet for his blood pressure. She is the one who patiently listened and sympathised with his b*llsh*t the most but did he return a pixel of her compassion? Of course not.
My mom has been in remission for years now and it still fills me with fury what a selfish narcissistic idiot b*stard he is. He’s dead to me.
We had a friend over who spent the entire evening telling us how ugly our home was. Like, we drove up and he said “What a sh*thole” and then made rude comments about our furniture and decor once he was inside.
Our house is really nice in a nice part of town, decorated tastefully and simply. I was livid by the end of the night.
A co-worker of my husband’s just walked in our back door one night and had the gall to call me a b*tch when I told him I was going to call the cops if he didn’t leave. Apparently, he thought it would be fine to just walk in because “your husband knows I’m coming over; why are you freaking out?” I’d never met this guy, Our kid was asleep, and my husband (who wasn’t supposed to be home from work for a couple more hours) hadn’t texted me that Dude was coming over; of course, I’m going to freak out!
A kid whose parents didn’t supervise him. He was probably 8 or 9 at the time and would get into ANYTHING – especially stuff computer-related. He would dig through drawers and open boxes looking for gadgets to play with. Only to f*ck them up or lose something.
We finally told the parents they couldn’t bring him back when he got into the kitchen and turned on the glass-top stove while a pizza box was on it. Started a small, quickly extinguished fire and the house smelled like smoke for about a week.
My mother-in-law is the worst! The absolute rudest person you’d ever meet in your life. Anyone who’s met her will agree. She took a piece of birthday cake from my 3-year-old before we sang Happy Birthday, blew out candles and cut the cake. I didn’t notice until we went to sing happy birthday and not only was cake missing, his brother was! She was sitting with my other son spoon feeding him!… Once she mocked my parents on Easter by waving her hands over baskets saying “Ooh look at me I’m blessing the food and I’m not a priest!”…. She stood outside our house in the snow when we said grace on Christmas—and made a big point that she born again Christian self didn’t approve…. She picked my son, the middle kid (that whom she has an unhealthy obsession) up from preschool and took him to her home in another city causing him to miss out on his sister’s event at school (she was winning an award) and the dinner to celebrate after… She also told him if he touched his p*nis he would go to h*ll (we didn’t find out for ages because she made him promise not to tell), causing months of visiting a urologist and therapist to get his urine to flow properly in his body. He was holding it in, wetting the bed, getting infections and his urine started to go backwards in his body.
She took Christmas ornaments and Mother’s Day gifts he made for me saying that she should be his mom, not me! She also gave him a gift signed “Your real mom in heaven” so we had to tell him he was adopted at a far younger age than we planned… She tried to make plans with my oldest two children behind our backs, I overheard her telling my husband that she didn’t want to take the R-word with her. The youngest has special needs) At that point, I walked in and said “There’s a door here and a door there, get the f*ck out and don’t come back!” We had to put her on a list at school for people who can not have contact with the children, nor pick them up and contact the city because she would come over and go through our garbage.
A friend became homeless so I took him in. He invited his boyfriend from another state to move in with us without consulting me. I didn’t say anything because I was terrified of living alone at the time (an ex was stalking me). He got a dog off of Craigslist instead of paying rent. The dog hurt my little wiener dog and I had to deal with rehoming his dog because he couldn’t deal with the emotions. He misrepresented the situation to his boyfriend and made me sound like a terrible person.
My grandpa was in town and helped me move a futon out of storage to my home so my guests could stop sleeping on the couch. When we came inside the autistic boyfriend was watching weird furry videos on his computer.
I left town for three days to visit a friend graduating from basic training. When I came back they had moved out into another friend’s house (after talking crap about me), the house was unlocked, and there was no water for my dog or cat, instead of changing the cat litter they had dumped it right outside the back door, beer cans were everywhere (I don’t know how they could have afforded booze because they supposedly had no money), and a porn magazine was left on my bed. They were there for less than three weeks.
A couple of months later, my friend’s lease expired. The couple had not yet gotten jobs. I let everyone else rent rooms from me. When my former guests asked, I was tired of them walking all over me and told them no.
My partner’s friend was staying with us and brought his large dog. One night his dog tore up one of the bed’s pillows. Instead of letting us know, he just stuffed the pillow and feathers into the pillowcase to hide it. He left the next day and I went to wash the sheets. I pulled the pillow out of the case and completely covered the room in feathers. It was 3 months ago and I am still finding feathers floating around.
We give him a lot of grief for it.
A friend broke up with her husband and stopped at my place one night while driving across the country with her two young kids and her entire house packed up.
No notice but she’s a friend so I didn’t hesitate to open my door, feed, wash, and give everything needed.
The next morning I had to go to work. I absolutely had to. She’s like no problem, I’ll lock up on the way out.
I came home to a trashed house.
She took a nap (I don’t blame her) but the kids didn’t. There was maple syrup in the carpets of three rooms and most surfaces because of kids, cats and syrup… Condiments were strewn across the kitchen, which was also flooded with milk. The cereal was found in and under the couches. Poor kids tried to make breakfast.
What pissed me off was that she saw the mess when she woke and bolted.
Asked to stay at my apartment to more conveniently grab a flight the next day. The next morning kept complaining they didn’t have enough space in my one-bedroom apartment and demanded they be given their own space, so I went for a walk.
When I came back they quickly left for their flight. Found they stole my bus pass, around $80 in cash, and a crap ton of my baking supplies????
A couple of days later I found out there was no flight and they only asked to stay because they wanted to raid my apartment.
A few years back my parents were having a big holiday party with about 40 guests. My wife (a Latin American) and I (a European mutt) came by a bit before it started to help prepare. Well about an hour or so into the party, my wife says we need to go. I’m like, oh great, what happened? My wife says, “I’ll tell you in the car.” Smart woman. We made up some excuse to my family and left.
Apparently, one of the guests said something rude to another guest about my wife. My wife heard and asked him about it, and his response was literally, “I didn’t think you spoke English.” It was smart of her to get me out of there before my temper got me in trouble. God d*mn, it still pisses me off.
I made a massive tactical error and invited the older-than-us couple from across the street over for an NYE party. We really liked him, she had clearly burned out on drugs at some point.
She showed up with a box of wine (no judgement but it is low-key weird to show up and tell your host that their sh*t isn’t good enough for you) and said “I only drink this!” Then she saw the Bombay Sapphire and realized she did, in fact, drink other things. She spent the night getting rather plastered on my dime (no problem, we were always well-stocked for our parties).
My friend and his girlfriend showed up. The neighbor asks the woman how far along she is… girlfriend is taken back and asks “What?” Neighbor points at her belly and says “You got a baby in there right?”
Reader… our guest was not pregnant. Did not look pregnant. And you would think another woman would know not to ask something like that.
Towards the end of the night, a very drunk neighbor decided that she needed to wash our dishes. I had a dishwasher. I had expensive dishes. I did not want them washed. After she wouldn’t listen to me, her husband finally talked her down from the dishwashing ledge. Few chips but at least nothing broke and no one ended up bleeding.
I had told them when I invited them “Look, I know you’re going to be the last ones to leave so I’m kicking you out when everyone else goes”. Around 1 am the party is winding down and I tell the neighbors it’s time to head home. She decides she needs to use the bathroom first… before making the 50′ trek back to her own.
2 a.m. She’s back banging on the door. She can’t find her phone. I let her back in… she can’t find it. I send her on her way
3 a.m. I get woken up. She’s back. Again she tries to find the missing phone so she has it when she goes to work. Tell her to kick rocks and I’ll look in the morning
7 a.m. 7 f*cking am. My neighbor is on the doorbell. She’s basically accusing us of stealing a cheap flip phone at this point.
10 a.m. I go into the bathroom she had used. I piss and flush the toilet… Huh, it’s clogged.
The lightbulb goes off. I try and snake the clog through. No success. My wife convinces me that we need to rescue the phone or else the neighbor will never believe us. So, I drain the toilet, take the tank off, break the caulking along the floor, and take the toilet up. There’s a f*cking flip phone lookin’ at me.
Anyway, the phone goes in a bag and over to the neighbor. Not even a thank you. Takes it and shuts the door.
And that is the story of the night of the most disrespectful guest I ever had in my house.
When I first met my ex and invited her to my parent’s house for the first time, she began opening drawers and cupboards and looking through them. She did this with each room we went into.
When I told her it “Wasn’t something normal people do, and actually quite rude.” she got angry and said she did it with everyone’s house.
Should’ve seen THAT as a warning sign.
I had one of my “friends” catsit/house sit while me and my SO went on a weekend vacation. Came back to find our indoor cats sitting on the porch outside and the other one MIA. I specifically told her that my cats were indoors, they don’t even try to go outside when the door is open.
I asked her about it after I rounded them up, and she said “They kept looking out the window like they wanted to go outside, all MY cats our indoor/outdoor, I figured your cats could use some time outside.”
.. I was so livid.
When I was a kid, I met this other kid at the park a few times, then one day invited him to my house so we could play Super Nintendo. Eventually, it got late, like 8 p.m., and the sun was starting to set. He lived a biking distance away but my mom didn’t want him biking in the darkness.
My mom said it was getting late and asked if he needed her to call his mom to give him a ride home. He said Nope I’m good, thanks for the snacks and everything. Then he was on his way… B*tch smashed my mom’s outdoor potted plants because he wanted to play more video games. I heard the crashing, saw him doing it, and pulled him off his bike when he saw he was caught red-handed and tried to flee. Then I beat the p*ss out of him with all the white-hot fury my 8½-year-old fists could harness. I dared him to come back. Lil b*tch never did. 😤
I was at work all day and I always closed my door before leaving, ALWAYS. My mum had guests over and decided “Hey, let’s show the guests everyone’s rooms and all the rooms in the house in general.” Well, one lady, whom I had never met, didn’t like how I arranged MY room, so while everyone was at dinner (I work from 11:30 am to about 9 pm, 6 days a week, so I wasn’t there when this happened), she went into my room and rearranged my desk, the clothes in my drawers and closet, all my pictures, and threw out some Knick knacks that were given to me by old friends but she thought were ‘trash’ I ‘hadn’t thrown out yet’. I. Was. PISSED. She totally admitted it but didn’t seem to feel bad at all. My mum was upset too, but not as much as me. They’re no longer friends but I’m not sure why, prolly cuz she threw out some of my mum’s Knick knacks as well.
My roommates and I had a Thanksgiving potluck last year. I invited probably 10 people, and just to be nice, invited my co-worker at the time. I asked him to please bring a small appetizer. He shows up, with NO appetizer but with an 8-pack of beer, that he drinks all to himself. Then he proceeds to eat larger portions than everyone else of the food that everyone else worked so hard to make. Also, he’s “vegan”. Half of the dishes weren’t even vegan. After he polished off his 8-pack, he was trying to dig into my wine. Then, he got super wasted and wanted me to drive him home. I had been drinking, so I declined. So he made a big fuss and left. But not before taking a bunch of dessert home for himself. There wasn’t enough for everyone after he left. Needless to say, he was never invited to a potluck ever again… f*cking a**h*le.
We let her friend stay with us when he got out of the Navy until he got back on his feet. It was supposed to only be for a few weeks but then it turned into several months. He tripled our electric bill and doubled our water bill within 2 weeks and he didn’t start paying me until nearly a month and a half into his stay with us. He would help around the house for the first two weeks and then just stop. He would go through weird phases where every few weeks he would decide to try a weird lifestyle trend, get excited about the changes, revert, get depressed, and start again. He would go party with a few people who often would take advantage of him since he’s really attractive. Then he would come home and blame me (not even kidding, one of his other female friends forcibly made out with him and he came home and yelled at me and told me that my gender just takes advantage of people like him).
My daughter wasn’t even a year yet and he would just randomly invite people over to spend the night without contacting us first. I would get up for work at 4 and get my kid ready for daycare and there would be drunk people I didn’t know passed out all over the living room.
It hit a crescendo when one day he decided he was going to try and stay up for 36 hours. He made himself a pot of coffee on the stove even though we have a Keurig, went to his room and passed out. The coffee boiled into this black tar and smoked up the entire house. I woke up at 3 in the morning to the smell. I called him out on it since my daughter’s room was right next to the kitchen and could have hurt her (not that a fire could’ve started but it’s the principle of the matter). He apologized but then he did the same sh*t the next day. I wound up kicking him out that week and our friendship ended then and there. On top of that, he told everyone what happened but failed to mention the coffee incident so I opened Facebook to see huge rants about how much of a b*tch I was.
My mother’s side of the family can be very inconsiderate. When my sister was getting married some years ago, they stayed with us for the weekend. I knew I had to surrender my room to accommodate them so I cleaned it, washed my sheets and towels, etc for them.
One day that weekend I came home and went into my room (they were only sleeping in the room, otherwise I was still very much using it during the day) and found all of their very wet, musty, smelly towels bundled into a heap ON MY BED. I cleaned it up and came back an hour later to find that my cousin stripped the duvet off of the bed and placed it on the floor and put her toddler son to sleep on it on the floor.
My aunt used my makeup without asking. While I was present, they (aunts and cousins) all rifled through my closet and vanity and used/wore whatever they pleased.
The night of one of the events, while I was doing my hair, I put the blow dryer down temporarily and my cousin gave it to her son because he was asking to play with it. He refused to give it back to me and my cousin told me I needed to let him plead with it. They constantly asked me to do things for them and help them get dressed which made me late and I missed the photographer so I have no pics with my sister that night. I was devastated because she and all my other siblings got some wonderful shots that I missed out on.
They insulted every outfit I wore and if they liked it, it was only because one of them had one “just like that but nicer”.
Throughout the weekend, I saw one of them pick my water bottle and drink from it, I walked into my room to find my cousin’s husband shirtless and very greasy, passed out on my bed (he hadn’t spent the night so he didn’t need to be on the bed – but even still, at least shower before you get on someone’s bed). And the icing on the cake – my other sister also had to give up her room. One day she found a strange stain on her sheet. Turns out my cousin changed her son’s diaper on her bed without spreading a changing pad.
While I was going through chemo for breast cancer, some friends stopped by to say hi and see how I was doing. One of them asked to use my bathroom. I later discovered that she had stolen my cancer meds.
That’s right: SHE STOLE MEDICATION FROM A FRIEND WITH CANCER! I still can’t wrap my mind around it.
Decorated the Christmas tree.
A bit of backstory…in my family, the Christmas tree isn’t just some pretty thing to look at. It’s a relic of family history. Every ornament was a gift from a family member or friend. Some of them were generations old. Decorating the tree was something we all did together, and we’d put the ornaments we’d been gifted on the tree.
I wanted to pass that on to my daughter. That each ornament was special and meant something..
Then, along came my late father-in-law’s girlfriend. She was a self-proclaimed authority on everything. From how to properly cook carrots to how to decorate a Christmas tree. Knowing how she was, I made it clear that we were going to hang the ornaments together after we got back from some last-minute shopping.
We got back, and she’d decorated the tree herself. She stood proudly in front of it, waiting for us to tell her how beautiful it was. B*tch simply didn’t listen.
We paid to have my Mother-in-Law come down and spend a week and a half with us two days fresh out of the hospital with our newborn son. I had a C-section so I had already told my husband that I’m not playing hostess, he would have to chip in.
She and my husband had bought groceries and went out for breakfast. Sounds fine? Yeah. But they were gone for four hours and then while putting things away rearranged my kitchen setup. Already irritating, but something I should have let go of.
I went to the kitchen to find something and couldn’t. I hadn’t slept in three days (insomnia + newborn) and was incredibly emotional. Yelled at my husband that I couldn’t find it. She heard me and took it personally so she took all of the groceries and hoarded them in her room.
I tried to apologize but she cut me off and said she understood. The rest of the week was full of underhanded comments and b*llsh*t.
The big incident: I was trying to find her a mirror so she could do her makeup before my grandparents came over that day. I could hear her and my husband talking about how our newborn must have something wrong with him because his eyes were still slightly yellow. Talking trash about how doctors don’t actually know anything and we should be very concerned.
Now for those of you who don’t know, this is completely normal. If the yellowing grows down his head, neck, and past his shoulders then his liver isn’t fully functioning, but at the start babies, livers are just starting to kick on and basically figure it out. So newborns are often slightly yellow-eyed.
I found the mirror and went to sit down with them. They’re still feeding off of each other. I chimed in to shut it down and said he’d seen an army of nurses and doctors. They all said he’s fine. I had it when I was a baby, too. It’s completely normal.
His mother slammed her hand down, huffed away, and tried to storm off like a child. Commence the yelling. The whole week had me so overwhelmed I yelled at her for not being able to take anyone’s opinion but her own. She’s yelling back at me for being immature. We’re screaming at each other. I’m holding the baby she takes the baby from my arms and gets real into my face. My husband’s holding me down telling me she’s going to beat the sh*t out of me. I tell him f*cking let her I’ll call the police and press charges. I have no f*cking problem with kicking her out now. She gets in my face and tells me that my son and her son are her blood and I’m just some girlfriend that will come and go. She’s not going anywhere and storms off to the porch to chain smoke.
The things that were said that day and the way that she acted I will never actually forgive her for and will never actually let her be near my son without me also around.
While my husband and I argued she came back in to ask where the police were.
I should have locked her out there.