When you invite somebody into your home you expect a level of politeness, but sometimes that’s not always the case. Some people are just unabashedly rude. These hosts share the one guest they’ve regretted inviting over.
Not Very Christlike Are We?
“I had just lost my daughter when I was eight months pregnant with her. A few days prior, my father-in-law committed suicide. A woman from the church I grew up in and was wedded at came to ‘see’ how I was doing.
We talked a bit, then she asked what caused my daughter’s death. I told her that we hadn’t received the autopsy report yet. She said she knew why. I remember looking at her like she was crazy and I asked her what she meant. She said it was because we were not ‘official ‘ members of the church, that we weren’t Christians as we didn’t attend church and hadn’t baptized our 3-year-old daughter.
I was enraged. My family had been founding members of this particular local church in the 1920s, we had weddings and funerals there, and I attend as a child. My mom went to church every Sunday and helped with Sunday School and VBS.
My husband and I lived about 30 miles from the church and attended rarely, but did consider ourselves Christians.
I blew my top and when I get mad, I cry.
I ordered the woman out of my house, but she kept going about how Melinda died because we weren’t Christians.
My 3-year-old daughter sees I’m upset and crying, proceeds to walk up to the woman, and tells her to get out of our house or she will call her daddy. The lady left saying we would end up with the devil, along with my dead daughter.
My 3-year-old then hollers that her baby sister was an Angel, cause her grandpa said so and that the lady would go to the lake of fire cause that’s where mean people went, again according to her grandpa.
A few days later, the minister of the church called and asked if he and a few church members could come out to apologize.
I said yes, and they came out, apologized, and told me that the lady had come on her own and had been told that she was no longer welcome at the church.
It’s been 38 years, my daughter still remembers the day as if it happened yesterday.”
“You Know No One Liked Him, Right?”
“On the day of my dad’s funeral, I was in Mom’s kitchen ironing my shirt for the ceremony. One of my cousins, a nephew of Mom’s, walked in for a chat.
‘Your dad was just weird,’ he began, a sour look on his face. ‘You know no one in the family liked him, right? I hated him for moving your mom out of Tennessee when they got married. I bet you didn’t even like your own father.’
I stood there in shock. I barely knew this guy. He lived 500 miles away and was 20+ years older than me, maybe 65 at the time. I’d seen him only a handful of times in my entire life. Yet here he was, insulting my father to my face on the day of Dad’s funeral.
Based on this behavior, it probably wouldn’t surprise you to know that once, on one of the few times I’d ever been in this cousin’s presence, I saw him slap his 12-year-old son hard across the mouth in a restaurant for an innocent comment. Or that he’d been arrested for assault of multiple underage girls.
So what was I to do at this moment? Tell him to go? Call him a child abuser and a pedo? Hit him with the hot iron I was holding? All these things crossed my mind. But my sweet mother was sitting just around the corner in the living room. I could hear her in there talking quietly with my brother.
So I set down the iron, picked up my shirt, and walked away without saying a word.
It was one of the most powerless feelings I’ve had in my entire life. But I wasn’t going to do anything to make this sad day even more painful for my mother.
I’ll say this, though — with relatives like this guy, I fully understand why Dad wanted to get my mother the heck out of Tennessee.”
“A former family friend was visiting our home from out of town and staying in our spare bedroom with her husband. Her adult children were also guests in our home that weekend. She is one of those narcissistic people who always need to be the center of attention and is snotty and rude about everything, out of jealousy and insecurity.
We had recently bought and renovated our first home and we were very proud. She arrived at our house and picked everything apart, judging and critiquing all of our choices, from our paint color to our choice in countertops, etc – the night she had arrived, basically from the second she walked in the door.
The next morning I woke up early, being the hostess I am, and started making breakfast, despite being annoyed at her lousy comments the previous evening. I made a big spread: bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, toast, and fruit.
She dishes up her plate and starts complaining that I don’t have the type of jelly for her toast that she would prefer. I had a few selections available in the pantry that wasn’t set out, so I ask her what type she was like. She ignores my question and keeps loudly complaining to everyone at the table that I only have jelly she doesn’t like (like so petty and ridiculous). So I ask her again what she would prefer, and she again ignores me. So I sit down at the table at this point to start eating my own food since everyone was plated and she clearly was ignoring my offer to get her another kind of stupid jelly for her toast. As soon as I sit down she asked why I don’t have vinegar out for the hashbrowns. I told her that I’ve never had anyone request vinegar for their hashbrowns before so I didn’t think to put it out.
She then goes on a rant to our other guests and my husband about how first I don’t have the jelly she wants and now the vinegar and if she was going to make a meal for house guests, she would at least have the correct condiments for it and blah, blah, blah and was being just generally rude after I had spent over an hour making this huge breakfast (and not that it matters, but I had grape, raspberry and strawberry jelly set out to use, which was apparently not good enough, but I digress). She was just being loud and obnoxious for attention. So I picked up her plate, walked to the garbage and scraped it all into the trash. And told her if this meal was such garbage, I wouldn’t force her to eat it. The look on her face was incredible. We’ve had a big falling out since then about other things (a bigger story for another time) – so I won’t have to worry about not having the correct condiments ever again.”
No Time For Karl.
My husband met Karl on a social question-and-answer website about hunting. My husband would spend hours posting on the threads. This friendship moved to talking on the phone for hours, Karl lived on the East coast and we lived on the West coast. Karl was struggling financially. I had this brilliant idea that if Karl moved in with us, I could live with the abusive husband and he would have a roommate to pay half the bills. Karl just had to get to us. He did! I decided that $75 a week for room and board was more than reasonable.
The first rude thing that he did was tie a rope around my cat’s neck to keep my cat with him at night. I was in bed and surprised that FuzzBrain had not come to bed yet. I crept out into the living room and whispered for my cat. FuzzBrain was making a strange cry. I flipped on the lights and he was straining to come to me. I flipped out on Karl. He said that he just wanted a companion to sleep with him. I explained then to let him do it on his own if he wants to, but never do that again or you will see my wrath.
The second rude thing that Karl did was we had taken a trip to the coast, and he sat in the car and pouted. He was angry with me because I kept insisting that he not lean over the front seat unbuckled to talk to us. I offered to take the back seat, but he did not want to do that.
The third rude thing was that he had a chance at an ideal job according to what he said his qualifications were, only lacked car insurance. He did not need to have a car, just insurance. I called the insurance company and it would cost $10.00 a month to add him. Done! I had bought him an all-zone bus pass for over $100, for his transportation. I get home from work and was excited to see how the job interview had gone. He did not go, he did not know how to get there. I asked about the paper I handed him with all the details on how to get there. He doesn’t like to be treated like a child. I said fair enough. I called the insurance company and took him off the insurance.
The final rude thing, both he and my husband were off work and I was struggling to make it on my income. I called my husband from work and told him to have Karl on the extension. I had something that I wanted both of them to hear. First, I asked Karl for this week’s $75 and next week’s because my check was just a little less than expected. He flat-out told me no, he thinks we are charging him too much money. I flipped out. Once I calmed down, I explained since I am starting my vacation tomorrow, both of you will be out of the house from 8 am until 6 pm. I expect you to pack lunches and be gone. If either of you steps foot into the house any earlier, you better have a job. Karl was angry and slammed the phone down. My husband whined but said okay. He then confided in me that Karl had used all his money on hunting equipment and that is why he could not pay me the money. I told my husband he would not be there when I get home.
Karl was gone, and so was my dream of leaving my husband. I finally did this month will be 11 years!”
So Much For Dinner And A Show.
“I invited some people over to dine, including a couple of musicians who worked as a duo. I suggested 8 pm as a good time to arrive, planning to have the meal at about 8:30, and I was fully prepared when my first guest arrived a couple of minutes after the suggested time. Two other guests had arrived before 8:30 pm, but no sign of the duo, so we drank a few bottles, listened to music, chatted, and waited. When they hadn’t arrived by a little after 9, and I being worried that the food would spoil, we sat down to eat. By 10:00 they’d still not turned up, the food was in serving dishes on the table, so we all pigged out on what we’d left for them, assuming they’d not appear at all.
We continued having an enjoyable night with more drinks and music, and then at around 11:30, the doorbell rang.
The duo had arrived, said hello with no explanation or apology for their lateness, and all but pushed past me and headed in the direction of the kitchen.
‘Where’s the dinner?’
‘Well, you were supposed to be here around 8 o’clock and now it’s 11:30, so you’ve missed it.’
‘Shoot! Can we raid your fridge? We’re hungry.’
I offered them some bread and ham and returned to my friends who all looked embarrassed and shrugged.
The duo prepared themselves some sandwiches using, as it turned out, all of my bread and ham, and then left, with a perfunctory ‘goodbye’ to me, not even bothering to greet the other guests.
They didn’t get another invitation or, for that matter, any more gigs from me.”
He Was Better Off Saying Nothing At All.
“This wasn’t suggested to me but to my mother about me. We lived in an area infested with narcotics, violence, and crime. Many females turned to the streets so they could feed their children. Periodically, police officers would carry out ‘raids’ where they brought in large buses and rounded up all the men hanging out on the streets. These raids often turned up illegal substances and weapons so police performed these raids often. Many kids never finished high school and this was pretty much accepted – even expected.
One day there was a man fixing a broken water meter or something of the sort at the neighborhood’s entrance. My mom happened to be standing near him waiting on someone. A sixteen-year-old female wearing a school uniform exited a car from the back seat.
The water meter guy pauses his work to ask my mom, ‘Was that a St. Andrews uniform that girl was wearing?’
‘Yes, it was.’
He shook his head like she didn’t understand. ‘No, I mean, St. Andrews. The international school. The fees are like $10,000 US per year. ‘
‘Yes. That was their uniform.’
‘No, miss. That can’t be true. She can’t go to St. Andrews and live in a neighborhood like this. That’s just not possible. The kids here don’t amount to anything.’
‘Yes. It’s possible. That’s my daughter. She lives in this neighborhood and she’s brilliant and she earned a scholarship.’
She walked away leaving him flustered.”
An Ungrateful Mess.
“After my cousin, Abby, was kicked out of her house by her husband for cheating on him with at least two of his coworkers on multiple occasions and after she was kicked out of her parent’s house for causing her mom to have a mental breakdown, attempt suicide, and get sent to a mental hospital for a few days, I was her last hope.
The first day she spent complaining that I was boring because I wanted to stay in and watch TV after a full day of work instead of going out shopping or to a bar. It was a Tuesday. This continued to happen every day I didn’t take her somewhere. (She had no car and not much money).
She would take calls at weird hours from guys that she’d claim to have known forever and run into another room before saying hello. She would then brag that said ‘friends’ were sending their credit card info for her to get a train ticket and hotel room for her to come to see them for one night. Then she’d beg me to pick her up or drop her off at the train station.
She started having men pick her up from my house and take her places at night when I wouldn’t want to go out or have friends over. She always came back looking a hot mess with smeared makeup and messy hair.
She ate everything in my pantry, fridge, and freezer. Including my roommate’s Nutrisystem meals. Who thinks that’s okay?
She NEVER cleaned up after herself. She had makeup crusted all over my bathroom, stained the carpet in three different rooms from spills that she didn’t even bother to attempt to wipe up, and then blamed it on my roommate (who was at work with me the whole time), and ruined my couch by spilling nail polish and simply flipping the cushion over instead of wiping it up.
Continually insulted my house, my roommate, my car, my clothes, my furniture, and pretty much anything else she could pass judgment on.
But the last straw was the stockpile incident. I tend to stock up on lotions, candles, and other products from bath and body works in my favorite scents when they go on sale once or twice a year. I usually have about 5 of each on hand at any given time for gifts or whenever I run out and I keep them in a hall closet. One day I opened up the closet and everything was out of place, it was kind of weird but I just figured Abby needed some soap or something. A few days later, my laptop started making a bunch of noise, signaling a ton of notifications, I opened it and her eBay account is pulled up. The notifications were bids. She had individually photographed and listed everything in my stockpile as well as my furniture and some of the decorations hanging on the walls.
That night, she came home from sleeping around with yet another ‘friend’ and was greeted by her dad, all of her bags, and a bill for loss and damages. Ended up being sent to live with our crazy strict grandparents in a rural town a few hours away with a booming population of 103.
I have stories for days on this girl if you’d like more.”
She Was At Her Wit’s End.
“We had just acquired two puppies. They were both two adorable four-month-old bundles of joy.
My lazy, obnoxious sister-in-law came for a visit. As always, it became 24 hours of a living nightmare.
As always, my sister-in-law regarded her brother’s house as 100% her house where she could do as she pleased whenever she pleased. In her mind, I seem to be some kind of pest who interfered in her relationship with her brother. She was the most sour-faced person I ever saw (divorced three times).
So she got there on a weekday early afternoon. I was home that day and had to accommodate her. The weather was beautiful that day. She spent much of the time waiting for her brother by smoking on the back patio – a habit I abhor.
She worked for an airline so she enjoyed a completely flexible flight schedule. At first, she said she was leaving at 9 am the following morning. Whenever she came to our state, she always shopped at a Trader Joe’s and stocked up on her favorite flan and pretzels and other junk and crammed our refrigerator full of her stuff that she would take with her when she left.
I love to cook and carefully prepare balanced, attractive, tasty meals; especially for guests.
I started cooking while she was at the store. I think I prepared chicken for the bbq ( I made the bbq sauce myself) plus probably some kind of baked vegetable and a rice dish and a salad.
My sis-in-law got home. I had pretty much finished getting everything ready to cook in the kitchen so that dinner would be fresh and hot (bbq’d by my husband). Dinner would be at 6 pm.
It was about 4 pm. I heard my sis-in-law doing something in the kitchen. I went there and discovered that she had microwaved potato and prepared it with butter and sour cream. My sister-in-law has a weird habit of standing up while she is eating. There she was standing in my kitchen stuffing her face.
‘We’re going to have dinner in two hours,’ I said.
‘I’m hungry now,’ she said. (Sis-in-law was in the mood for baked potatoes – more later).
By then I was becoming agitated – so agitated that I went to my son’s room and raided his pot stash, went out back, and took a few tokes.
The husband came home and started the bbq and dinner was served. I tried so hard.
Halfway thru dinner, sis-in-law got up and microwaved herself another potato! She bought it to the table and put it on her plate!
I was now getting ticked off. I said I was finished with dinner, got up, and left them.
Sis-in-law had another odd habit. When everybody else went to bed, she liked to watch TV until very late. My husband put a spare TV in the guest room just for her. She slept with the set on and the sound on loud all night. She was an avid Fox news addict. OK. Whatever. Nothing like lying in bed all night waiting for 9 a.m. to arrive.
Next morning. Her flight out was scheduled for 9 a.m. Sis-in-law slept late. The husband finally went to work. Sis-in-law dragged her fat behind out of bed and parked it. in the kitchen. I let her find her own breakfast. I didn’t even make coffee for her
‘So…did you reschedule your flight?’
That morning, my sis-in-law rescheduled her flight twice. I called my husband. ‘You need to come home at lunch and get her gone.’ He agreed
The hours dragged on. Finally, she got her luggage packed (all that food). I helpfully moved her bags to the front door. The husband would be home soon.
Our house was on a quiet street but just five houses down from a bustling street
My husband got home and my stupid sister-in-law opened the front door and left it open.
Our precious puppies ran out and headed straight for that dangerous street. I stopped them LITERALLY five feet from running into traffic.
I lost it. I took them home.
‘Get the HECK out of my house right now.’
She talked back.
I threw her bags out of the house onto the front porch.
She still did not get out of my house.
‘You get out of my house right now or I will open your luggage and dump it all in the street.’
That got her out the door. That was seven(?) years ago. I have never seen her since.”
A Trainwreck At His Funeral.
“At my father’s funeral, I saw all types of mad behavior at my house. My family knows how to grieve and just as equally know how to go crazy. Our driver had just dropped us home and all of a sudden from my room I see an uncle I had never met tearing down the fence poles to use the logs for the bonfire he wanted to make. This man destroyed a series of paddocks that took three years to make because he wanted to roast meat! Our dairy cows went ballistic and even got lost for almost three days because the fencing was gone.
Next comes a crazy lady who came the same evening and demanded food, it was after supper and she talked me down for saying there was no food left. She really gave me a piece of her mind and after I made a plan for her and she was full I asked her how long she had known dad and she said ‘I only met him once and the reason why she came is that she saw all the cars from the highway and didn’t know that he had even passed away!’ How do you come and attack the bereaved children of a stranger at his funeral over a meal? Maybe I should have offered her a snickers bar.
Our driver in his moment of madness came and took the car and raced across the fields and crashed the vehicle into a ditch in full view of the grieving public. It took him and five other men to pull it out. Last but not least are the bees, they lived in a crack next to the laundry room and the presence of 600 mourners made them lose it. I can still remember hearing the dull buzzing before all heck broke loose. They stung soo many people, I guess the bees considered them loud, rude, and unwelcome.”