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Parents Don’t Owe Their Adult Kids A Dedicated Guest Room In The House Either

This was submitted by the same OP who wrote and submitted yesterday’s post. It would appear that there are more sides to the family dynamics than meets the eye.

If you meet or engage someone coming from a perspective that the other person is evil, disgusting, beyond repulsive…people are not stupid. They can pick up on that attitude reeking from every pore of your body and it will not go well.


My father lives in a beautiful townhouse with my stepmother ,lets just call her Cruella. She’s the most materialistic selfish slut, flabbergasted that he married her. The townhouse is appointed with the finest of everything, marble floors, ornate fireplaces, ornate doors, the works. Well, heaven, forbid anyone stay at their “palace” because family wasn’t a priority, their money was. They transformed the second bedroom into their marble inlaid spa room, complete with Jacuzzi tub and marble walls. Yes, marble walls. So they had one bedroom just to make sure no one could ever ever stay there, even when I drove 1000 miles to see them with two small children.

Well, Cruella didn’t speak to or hold either child and went outside to chain smoke for hours. Mind you this was the first time they met their two year old grandson. My father then asks where I’m going to stay. Ummmm…I ended up staying with the awful step sister Jaci. Now Jaci is just like the mother, loud, slutty, no filter. Just horrible. I go to put a movie in, a gross porn movie pops out. Omg. Gross. I just go to bed while my 8 year old has to sleep on the couch. While she’s falling asleep blasting reality tv shows.

The next day we go to the zoo and my father and I pack a nasty lunch of bologna sandwiches And a bag of chips. This guy makes easily $150,000 a year, made twice that when I was a kid but business slowed a tad. I’m not expecting a steakhouse but maybe a lunch somewhere decent?? Applebee’s, Hardee’s?? He hasn’t seen us in seven years, maybe a little splurge on us?? Mind you, I went to the store to buy the kids’ groceries because he had no food. He refused to pay for any groceries for us but whatever. He’s always been cheap but Cruella made him much worse.

So we leave the next day when my step sister’s son, a$$hole of the century, begins to tear me a new one. I’m “disgusting ” for putting a diaper on my two year old on the carpet. He’s clean, the diaper is clean, just sliding it on. He then yells at me that I’m rude and unappreciative and a pig and a slob and I have no respect and everyone there hates me which is why no one visits me. No one else is home, Jaci went to work so I’m left alone with this 13 year old cretin. I told him we were leaving and I never wanted to see him again. I told my father and Jaci. My father is disappointed but doesn’t do anything. Jaci says not a word about it, no apology, no card. Nothing. Little bastard. Didn’t drive 1000 miles to be treated like garbage by her obnoxious rude little pig. I will never go back.

The best part of the trip was the ride home where we stopped off at a lovely little ornate bakery/candy store in rural PA where we bought an amazing lemon cake and candy and enjoyed a fun ride home of sweets and stopped at a wonderful hotel with an indoor pool. 1211-18

Exercising That Polite Spine Can Be Quite Awkward Sometimes

We were friendly with a couple that that we met through a larger group of friends. We invited them over for dinner parties and they invited us over to their house for dinners, and at first things were nice. Slowly though (over the course of a year), they started trying to push their views on us, they only wanted to have dinners at our house (to the point that they would call or text us trying to get invited over with the pretense we were better cooks than them), and they started bringing their preteen son and toddler daughter to anything we hosted (I like children, but their children were not well behaved-yelling matches from the preteen and his mother, and things broken by the toddler).

We decided that we really did not enjoy being around them and we had nothing in common with them (except that we knew the same people), so we stopped inviting them. I did have a conversation with the couple’s wife and voiced my concerns (she kept messaging me asking why we never had them over anymore), but she just made excuses and blew me off. They continued to call and text off and on for a couple of months trying to get invited to dinners, but they finally faded away…. UNTIL

My husband’s birthday. We had not seen or talked to this couple for at least 6 months. It was a week night and we got home later than usual from work (my husband and I carpool together). As we drove into our driveway, they drove in behind us like they had been waiting for us to get home. They got out of the car and said that we got home late, what time was dinner? Then they went into a monologue on how the children just had to see my husband on his birthday and give him a gift (coffee from the local shop), that it was a great present and we should go inside so they can see my husband’s new humidor (birthday present) ……… and didn’t they see a cake on social media I made for his birthday, because the coffee would go great with that cake. This went on for 20 minutes while I was being bit by every mosquito in the land as we stood in our driveway. We stood our ground though, and did not invite them in. The wife finally stated that she guessed she would have to eat cheese crackers for dinner as they had not been invited in for at least cake, and her husband then stated that they guess we were busy and should go (all in a very passive aggressive tone). My husband and I just nodded yes. They finally left, but they really tried to make us feel guilty for not inviting them in for at least cake. It was awkward and strange to say the least, but confirmed that we really didn’t want to socialize with this couple! Needless to say, I went inside and changed all my settings on social media so they could no longer see any of my posts….and they couldn’t message me. 0920-18

Uninvited Guests With Entitlement Mentality

Years ago, my husband and I lived in a different state from his old roommate, “Lorne.” Lorne and his wife, “Karen,” had a toddler son (“Andy”) at this time. We corresponded from time to time via phone and letter (this was in the days before cell phones and the Internet). Of course, sprinkled into our correspondence was the occasional “we really must get together sometime.” We meant it, of course, but we also wanted to plan for it. They had other ideas. We had visited them at their home once, and had discussed inviting them to see us but hadn’t actually done it yet, as we were both working new jobs and had just moved into our apartment and weren’t completely unpacked.

So along comes Memorial Day weekend. We made plans to go out on a neighbor’s boat on Memorial Day; the rest of the weekend was to be pretty much devoted to just sort of hanging out together (we were newlyweds at the time). We didn’t have anything really planned except for the boat trip, but we were also not prepared for Lorne’s phone call on the Thursday before that weekend, announcing that he and Karen and Andy were coming to see us for Memorial Day weekend! We tried to tell them that we weren’t prepared for company, but they actually got offended that we didn’t express delight at their impending visit. So—they came.

First thing that happened was Andy met our cat, “Milly.” Milly had never seen a small child, and Andy had never seen a cat, so for a moment they just stared at one another, and then suddenly Andy started screaming. Milly ran and hid and we didn’t see her for the rest of the weekend. Lorne was angry at us for failing to tell them we had a cat—how dare we let our baby frighten his child!

Because we didn’t have a lot of advance notice of their coming, we hadn’t really planned meals or activities or anything, but we did the best we could. Lorne complained about everything—he didn’t like that we didn’t have a guest room (we lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and one bedroom was basically an office). We didn’t have the kind of soda he liked to drink. On and on. Karen was paranoid about Andy—if he wasn’t directly in her line of sight, she panicked. Of course, Andy being a two-year-old, he was all over the map, and nothing untoward happened to him, but Karen just worried constantly. Oh, and lest I forget, our home was not child-proofed, so we got to hear about that as well.

We went out to dinner the night they arrived. When we entered the restaurant, the hostess smiled at us and said what hostesses have been saying forever: “Four and a half?” (referring to Andy). Karen snapped, “He’s not half a person, he’s a whole person! I hate when people do that!” The hostess, embarrassed, apologized and led us to a table. Karen felt the need to continue her rant about “half.” I get it, but seriously!

Karen and I did a little grocery shopping together the next day while the guys hung out and caught up. Naturally, Andy went with us, which was an experience for me as I didn’t have kids yet. I was not prepared for having to corral a toddler in the supermarket, but Karen refused to put him in the cart (“they’re dirty”) and she wouldn’t carry him because he was too big. I’m thinking she probably could have held his hand, but what did I know?

Anyway, we made the best of the weekend, and actually had a good time because we do like Lorne and Karen; we just weren’t prepared for a drop-in visit. We played some games and spent some time at the pool, etc. On Sunday, I suggested that we get some burgers and hot dogs, and go to the lake and cook out. That’s when it all went south. Lorne’s response to my suggestion? “Hot dogs. You guys got steak.”

True. When we went to visit them, at their invitation, we did eat steak that Lorne cooked on the grill. So what? How is that relevant? So I said to him, “First of all, we can’t afford steak. I’m sorry, but we can’t. Second of all, we were invited to your house. You guys just called and announced that you were coming. So, no, we don’t have steak. If you don’t want to eat burgers and dogs, just say so and we’ll find something else to do.” Or words to that effect. That irritated him, but we went ahead with the picnic and had a good time.

They left early on Monday morning, and we were still able to go to the lake with our friends. We still exchange Christmas cards with Lorne and Karen, but we haven’t actually laid eyes on them in ages. And have I mentioned that not once did they thank us for having them? Maybe that was because of my own rudeness about the steak, but who does stuff like this??? 0108-14

“Dropping By” Can Possibly Be Rude If Done Wrong

Have recently come across an incident of etiquette hell I would like to share and I think a lot of people who don’t have a lot of free time might be able to relate to it. I earmarked a specific time to spend with a friend – meaning naturally that I had to give doing up at least three other things I need to do at this point in time. Was ready to go out and meet him when I was told in a quick email and SMS with just minutes to go that friends from out of town had dropped by and he wouldn’t be able to meet me. I don’t of course blame my friend for this as he is a very gregarious and hospitable person who does 100 per cent respect the time of others. That’s why he’s my friend!

Yet surely I cannot be the only person who thinks that it’s rude to unexpectedly turn up somebody’s house? It is an imposition not only for the person who lives there but other people that they may have made arrangements with! Because it impacts on them too! Also – if you are prepared to do this – who knows what situation you might find round at the house? Is it not a breach of privacy too? I should point out that this was at 10 o clock in the morning – on a Sunday!  Come on.  That’s rude! 1105-17

It’s not a breach of privacy unless they peek into your windows, try to open the door or when the door is opened, push past you to gain access into the house.   You don’t have to answer the door.  I ignore the door bell/knocks when needed.

For people who drop by,   a text warning of your impending arrival  would be nice. There shouldn’t be any expectation of being received either. That’s the risk of just “dropping by”.   And if the door is opened and you are invited inside, stay for just a few minutes before making movements towards the door. Then if your host wants to play the game of asking you to stay and you demur a few times to make sure they really meant it, stay only a little longer.

New Momma Drama With The Visiting Grandmomma

More red letter responses from The Dame…

Background: My husband and I grew up in neighboring towns and now live 9 hours away via car from our families-of-origin. We host our parents several times throughout the year, and we always make it a point to be a good hosts & make everyone feel welcome (deep clean the house so it’s spotless, make sure we have their favorite foods on hand- including brands my husband & I don’t consume, make at least one fancy dinner during their stay, make a full breakfast every morning, take them to dinner for local cuisine, and plan fun outings, etc).

My husband & I recently welcomed a new baby boy, and both sets of parents generously offered to come visit in order to help out. Due to medical indications, I knew in advance I was having a c-section, and was instructed not to lift anything heavier than the baby and minimize stair-climbing post-op- so I was looking forward to some help. My husband was able to take the first 2 weeks off, but we thought I would likely still need help for a few weeks after. With our new baby, we’re down to just one guest room, so we thought it best to stagger our parents’ visits, pending their schedules.   Tiny newborns do not need their own bedroom at this age. A bassinet by the new mom’s bed works just fine and strengthens the idea that this new baby belongs with the new mom.  A separate nursery room segregated the baby in such a way that your mom could commandeer control of the baby easier. Btw, your bedroom you share with your husband should be sacrosanct, as in no one goes in there unless invited.   It’s the one place in the house you can retreat with the baby that everyone should honor.   My mom even suggested we not have everyone visit at once, but told me to “make sure I knew who was using the guest room first”- meaning my father & her. As it turns out, my in-laws couldn’t visit until the baby was a month old, due to work schedules. We talked to both sets of parents, explained my post-op restrictions, and how I wasn’t going to be up to my usual hosting standards, and if they wanted to come visit to help, I could really use assistance with cooking, cleaning, laundry, and grocery shopping. We asked that they not come visit until after my husband’s paternity leave was over, since that’s when I would need the most help. I figured this would give us a chance to establish a routine & breastfeeding, and bond as a new family.

Both sets of parents were on-board with this plan earlier in my pregnancy, but as we got closer to my due date, my mom became more demanding. She started referring to my unborn child as her baby. Pretty common. Ignore it.  She started insinuating that it “wasn’t safe” for my husband to take care of me and the new baby during the first 2 weeks alone, since he has minimal childcare experience- trying to angle for an earlier visit for herself. When that didn’t work, she decided as maternal grandmother, she had exclusive rights to be the first to hold the new baby, and was going to come visit (9 hours away) in the hospital, and then since they were “already there”, they wouldn’t need to go home for 2 weeks just to come back. She happily informed me they could just stay for the whole month! We told her that wouldn’t work for us- they were welcome to make the trip to visit in the hospital but were going to have to leave when we were discharged because we were really looking forward to those 2 weeks at home to bond as a new family, and they could come back as scheduled (their plane tickets had already been purchased for the later visit).

-During their stay in our home, my mom sat on the couch holding the baby the entire time. When the dryer would buzz, she’d say something like “oh, is that your dryer? Someone should get that” and then look at me expectantly. So me, with my fresh post-op body, would be folding laundry, while my mom bonded with my new baby.

Ornery me would have simply piled the clean, dry laundry and left it unfolded in an ever increasing laundry mountain.

-She “helped” in the kitchen by unloading the clean dishes from the dishwasher and leaving them all over my counter because she “didn’t know where anything went”- despite the fact that our cabinets have glass fronts so you can literally see where everything goes without even opening them, but whatever.    My mom did the same thing.  She’s trying to be helpful but is self limiting that help out of a concern to not make it hard for you to find things she’s misplaced unintentionally.   My husband still puts kitchen stuff away in the wrong drawers and cabinets when he empties the dishwasher.

-During my third trimester, I had made a bunch of meals for my freezer, so we wouldn’t have to worry about cooking. My mom decided we should save those for when I went back to work, and thought it was somehow “more convenient” for me to go to the grocery store every day to purchase whatever she wanted for dinner- which she offered to make, but never would, and then wouldn’t eat once I cooked it- saying “you know I like to eat dinner late”- meaning like 10 or 11 pm. Such a late dinner was not working for me or my baby’s schedule, and she insinuated I was being rude because they were guests and we should alter our dinner time to accommodate her. She would refuse to tell me what she wanted to eat for multiple days in a row, so we had to make a daily trek to the grocery store. My mom refused to drive the 1 mile to the store by herself, because the roads in our suburban neighborhood were “too dangerous” for her.  Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.   This would have happened about 3 times before I caught on to the manipulation and simply said,  “Dinner is XXXX and is being served at XX:XX time,” and then stick to the menu and dinner time.  Your mom is not under any obligation to actually eat anything you prepare but she’s also not allowed to whine for different accommodations of her eating preferences.  If grandmom has a problem with that, provide her the addresses of local restaurants, phone numbers of restaurants that deliver.

-She would insist I needed to nap, and then once I would lay down on the couch to nap (& inform her of my intentions), she would strike up a conversation and get offended if I ignored her. (I was supposed to minimize stair-climbing, which is why I didn’t attempt to nap upstairs in our room at first). The one time I did nap upstairs, she left my kid in a dirty diaper and onesie soaked in spit-up for 3 hours, because she didn’t want to put him down and refused to change any diapers. That was the last nap I took during their stay. Your mom and dad didn’t change a single diaper?!  How useless!

-She would wait til my baby was screaming in hunger and my poor, engorged breasts were leaking before relinquishing my son to eat. I had to request she hand him over multiple times, while she tried everything to soothe him herself.

Where was my husband in all this? Working. Where was my dad in all this? Working from the home office he set up on our dining room table. Also, he saw no problem with my mother’s behavior. Why didn’t I have a shinier spine? My parents were visiting for 2 weeks, had non-refundable plane tickets, and my mom has a tendency to be a drama-queen. If you get into an argument with her, she WILL NOT let it end until you agree she’s right- going so far as to follow you into your bedroom and prevent you from sleeping. I bit my hormonally-charged, sleep-deprived tongue the whole time in order to survive the visit.

According to my sister, after my parents left, my mom was under the impression that they provided “so much help” for me, and how her only wish was that I would’ve napped more. According to my sister, she felt I had been rude about “hogging my baby” to breastfeed, when she could have fed him a bottle. She felt I was rude for going to bed early (she goes to bed at 2 am), and for scheduling repair men to come to the house to fix the furnace at 8 am while I was on leave because it interfered with her ability to sleep in. She felt I was rude for not appreciating the fact that I still had my freezer meals and instead had to make multiple grocery store runs. She felt I was rude for not taking her shopping for clothes and baby accessories more. My sister’s take is that while our mom is annoying, I should just appreciate what she did for us and cut her some slack because she’s excited to be a grandmother. E-hellions, what is your take? Is it rude to not play hostess to out-of-town guest while recovering from major surgery? Should house guests that are visiting a family with a new baby be expected to pitch in- in a way that’s actually helpful to the new parents? You cannot have an expectation that someone owes you anything.  If the prospective house guests take the initiative to state a desire to assist the new parents in a specific way during their visit, invite them to come.  If there is no offer to extend specific help to the new parents, you say, “I’m sorry but we cannot accommodate your visit at this time,” because the latter has an unfortunate expectation of being served like a guest when the host is post-operative.  Or by inviting guests to stay, are you obligated to cook/clean/provide preferred foods, Not if you are post-surgery, and unlimited baby snuggles? I don’t know about you but I found it impossible to snuggle my newborns 24/7 so all the love the baby can get is great regardless of who is doing the snuggling.  If this is your mom’s first grandchild,  remember that she is almost 10 hours away and likely not see her grandchildren frequently.  She was soaking up the baby love to store it for memories later.   Cut her some slack. I promise you that by the fourth grandchild, she won’t be this hyper.   For what it’s worth, my in-laws came, changed loads of diapers, cooked & cleaned, and allowed me to nap & breastfeed my kid with little drama.   1025-17

A new baby changes everyone’s lives and can bring out the worst and best in people.   Any baggage you and your mother had is going to magnified in this “hormonally-charged” time period.   You do not have baggage (or very little) with your in-laws so neither of you were primed, locked and loaded to get offended.