My roommate and I had a friend of a friend from Germany stay with us. It was supposed to be four or five days, but it turned into two weeks. He kept eating my food without asking, he would go for runs and then sit his sweaty butt down on our furniture. He would take showers until the hot water ran out. Overall he was just rude.

During my sister's wedding my mom's cousin came from Canada to stay with us with her 2 bratty kids. They told us that they would be staying only 2 weeks as the kids have school and that as her husband isn't traveling with them for the wedding. My mom gave her one of the spare rooms as my parents house back then was pretty big. Well that 2 weeks turned out to be 3 months!! meanwhile she would leave her kids at home and would go out and party with her friends. It was truly horrific, the boys did not respect any one's privacy, would eat up all the food, that my parents had to buy for them. I think my aunt had a fight with her husband before she came for the wedding so she was trying to teach him a lesson. When she finally left, we were so relieved we threw a party!

I have a family member who lives in the same city as us, but used to surprise us by showing up with the intention of staying overnight. She is a loud person, and by that I mean she talks loudly, closes doors loudly, and needs to be involved in everybody's business. She saw nothing wrong with staying up all night talking, and taking naps the next day. While we were successful in discouraging her overnight stays, she had begun to drop by unannounced, often surprising us in our pjs. When we asked her to call us if she was thinking of coming over, we would receive phone calls from her as she pulled into our driveway.

My godchild's parents used to come to stay with us and spend the entire time fighting with each other - EVERY TIME. It was extremely uncomfortable. They would also expect me to watch my godchild all day, which I didn't mind so much, but then they'd come home hours later than what they'd told me to expect. The last time they came to town and asked to stay with us, my husband said no (we have a child now, and they have a second, which makes it a VERY full house) and asked that I tell them. I tried to be very diplomatic, but it's been weird ever since.

They're definitely not the worst houseguests, but my boyfriend's family is pretty bad; his mom and aunt specifically. They will give us very little notice of when they're coming and sometimes end up coming a couple days earlier than expected.

They are both really loud and talkative, and their cell phones are almost constantly ringing with the ringers on high. They will also come into the office while I'm working and just want to chat.

To top it off, my cat really doesn't like people she doesn't know, and is mostly fine if guests don't approach her or bother her. My boyfriend's aunt will go out of her way to get up close to my cat and talk to her ("I don't know why you don't like me, kitty!"), which makes the cat howl, hiss and growl. Usually that means you should back away, lady. I got so irked with her, I felt like she was being pretty disrespectful.

We also never know if they've invited people over for meals. They usually cook said meals, but its always fun to have people coming to the door and we're like, "um, hi!". o.O

Phew, that was a bit of a rant.

Ugh, I had a friend come in from out of town with her boyfriend, and on very short notice asked if they could stay with me. When they arrived the first thing they did was ask if they could have my bed, which I promptly told them no, but I have a really nice queen-sized air mattress (which I used for my own bed for several weeks while waiting for my mattress to arrive) which I would be happy to set up. They said good, because they were planning on having sex in my living room. I asked them nicely not to, but they thought it was a hilarious joke.

When we went for dinner, her boyfriend called me stupid and lazy, several times. Later, while fast forwarding on a comcast dvr (which as anyone who has one knows, its impossible to stop at the proper moment) he said he couldn't believe I didn't know how to use my own tv. He then asked if we could stop watching the movie, because he gf was falling asleep, and he was still hoping she would be up to "at least give a little head," at which point, I again asked them not to have sex in my living room, which they thought was SO rude. Finally she did fall asleep on the couch, and I conveniently "forgot" where the air mattress pump was. I let him sleep on the other couch.

NEVER AGAIN will I have these people over.

I fortunately live in a very small home and we can't really have people over so I have (so far!) avoided these scenarios!

I let a friend live with me "temporarily" when she was first married as they needed to find a place to live...They had loud sex very often, left the house filthy, the husband I found dumping cat litter outside my back door. When I asked him not to do that he said, "whats the big deal, the dogs are going to eat it anyway..." One day I came home sick and he wouldn't leave the house to be with his wife because he didn't want to be with her family, me being uncomfortable being alone with him had to leave while I was sick because he was too much of a baby to man up and spend some time with his wife's family. Never ever ever again.

My former roommate is truly a wonderful person but is clueless when it comes to manners. I now live with my fiancee in the house that I used to share with her, and she doesn't seem to understand that it isn't her house anymore. Every time she has a guest in town, she will stop by to "show" them the house--um, she hasn't lived there in a year, so I'm not sure why her guests would be so interested in seeing a place she no longer lives. Whenever we host parties, she brings an overnight bag (but not a bottle of wine to share--common practice in our circle of friends) and stays over the whole next day, waiting for breakfast, etc. She has never once been invited to spend the night. She left a bunch of her stuff that she was too lazy to move when she left, and whenever I try to give it back to her, she complains that she can't carry it on the subway and "can't we keep it or drive it to her" (she lives 30 minutes away). This is an on-going problem, and she is VERY sensitive, so if I said anything, her feelings would be really hurt. My fiancee and I do love her dearly and enjoy spending time with her, but our home (and especially our weekends) is our sanctuary where we can spend time with each other doing something or nothing. Any advice on how to nicely tell her her behavior is presumptuous and rude?

Haha, Jenkies -- me too. when you live in a 600 SF rowhouse there isn't room for any more than the 2 of us

My husband's family (parents + brother + brother's wife + 2 kids = 6 strangers) stayed with us for 2 weeks last summer. Plus, they had their other family members (sister + her family) and friends that lived nearby over all the time, so at any given moment I may have had 10-20 extra people in my house. We were newlyweds (5 months) and had just bought a FIXER house which we'd JUST made liveable - so was still a work in progress. Their family is extremely loud and outspoken. My mother in-law hovered over my shoulder whenever I tried to prepare a meal for the teeming masses, and pretty much everything I did was "weird" or just plain wrong, and encouraged the little kids to do things like, oh, pour pure lemon juice that I'd painstakingly squeezed for lemonade for everyone, onto the beautiful hardwood floors that my husband had JUST installed the previous month - because their antics were cute, and how dare I tell them not to?! And I had the privilege of listening to all of them tell "funny" stories about my husband's prior conquests, so I now know more gorey details about his dating history than I ever wanted to. Ugh it was horrible...and they're coming back this weekend.

Ughhh... I still can't believe this even happened. Shortly after Christmas last year, one of my husband's buddies and his wife came for a visit. They were driving up from Florida for a move to N. Carolina, and were just going to stop at our place in Georgia for the day. I invited them to stay over, seeing as they had a long trip in a cramped U-HAUL, and had a little puppy with them. They gladly accepted, but everything went downhill from there, and I soon deeply regretted my offer. The puppy, which of course was cute at first, continually had accidents in my house on my carpet (pee AND poop). The wife, who my husband and I had just met for the first time that day, ended up getting so wasted that she no longer bothered to take the puppy out, and we were left to clean up most of the messes while she smoked and enjoyed her booze out on our little balcony. She even forgot to FEED the poor thing all day, and I had to remind her to do it. Later that night, after we'd all been drinking, I emerged from a trip to the bathroom to find that my husband's friend had inserted an IV (yes, like in the hospital) into my husband's arm "just for fun" (they'd met as EMTs a few years ago); he'd brought his army medical kit with him. I went to bed fuming, and woke in the morning to find that the puppy had had diarrhea multiple times on the raw wooden floorboards of my balcony; there were poop smears and stains, AND the wife had actually picked it up with a plastic bag, but LEFT the bag filled with nasty poop out on one of the chairs! I also found that some of my blinds had been broken somehow during the night, and there were greasy handprint smears on the wall next to my front door. Worse, after I made everyone coffee, my husband's friend put his almost-full cup on the floor to play with the puppy, and of COURSE he accidentally knocked it over. I've had the huge stain professionally shampooed twice, and it's still there. The only apology I got was for that spilled coffee... no mention of the poop all over the balcony (I found that after they left), but I guess I was lucky that they folded the pull-out sofa back up neatly. Geeeez! Obviously, never inviting them over again.

When my husband and I were still newlyweds, we were spending some time in our summer home, when his friend proceeded to invite himself over, without telling us when he planned on leaving. He ended up staying close to a month. What's more, he would stay up late, making a lot of noise in the room right next to ours, even though my husband and I had to wake up early in the mornings to work (we both work from home). He did a lot of other inconsiderate things, but I won't get into all that! All I can say is: never again!

We have had a rude, disrespectful, ungracious houseguest for going on 3 weeks. He's left our door unlocked so he can come in at late hours with his girlfriend, (who openly hates me and refuses to speak to me.) He certainly never asked if it was okay for him to invite guests into our house, especially after midnight. (keep in mind we were recently robbed and are paranoid about locking the door, he knows this but apparently doesn't care) and if the door is locked he thinks nothing of ringing the bell and banging on the door at 3am. He actually takes offense that we have the nerve to lock him out. He made similar complaints when I was being so inconsiderate as to scrub the bathroom when he wanted to shower. He sleeps on our sofa without using the sheets I provided. He uses my dishes for ashtrays. He broke a fan and installed unwanted programs on our computer. He threw his things all over the living room and office (the office doubles as my boyfriend's three-year-old son's playroom.) When he was asked to keep the rooms clean, he then shoved his dirty clothes and wet, used towels into our storage closet, he literally smushed his dirty man-panties into a box of electronic stuff. My boyfriend is too nice to say anything to him, so I'm just quietly fuming.

Throughout my entire life (I am 26 yrs old and no longer live at home) my mother has allowed down and out individuals to come live with her when they need a place to live. Even as a child, I never liked that she did this, but have never been able to convince her to have make them leave. Anyway, my mother hates the thought of living alone (my brother and father passed away) and she is currently living with my father's half brother (my uncle), his girlfriend, and my uncle's kid, plus there is a little girl my uncle's girlfriend babysits on a regular basis. So, basically she is running a babysitting agency out of her home (without her permission). My mother only really gave her consent for him to live there-- not him and his entire family. My uncle is such a loser he is over the hill and works but still never seems to have any money - much of it probably goes toward child support. They used to pay my mother $50 a week (which is practically nothing for three people to live) and recently within past few weeks have stopped paying at all. I am starting to really resent my uncle's girlfriend because of her ungrateful and ignorant attitude toward my mother. Apparently, she feels that they should have to do nothing to contribuite and they should be able to live for free. She has a real sense of entitlement and does not seem the least bit grateful. She was living in a shelter where people were stealing from her before she came there, and could very well be living on the street if it weren't for my mother. She is also rude talks over and interupts my mother, gets angry when ever my uncle does anything to try and make the house look better(paint for example) because she feels that he should be getting paid for his services even though they are and have been living there for nothing or almost nothing. My uncle's girlfriend works 40 hours a week and never contributes anything. I am starting to really hate her, and really feel like confronting her on how shes been behaving. My mother is much too passive and refuses to ever stand up for herself and doesn't want me to say anything either. Its gonna get real ugly because I just don't feel like I can keep my mouth shut anymore. I'm almost positve it is my uncle's girlfriend who is convincing him not to contribute. This is eating me up inside, and I don't think they are ever going to leave they have been there now for 2 years, things are just getting worse she is becoming brasher with each passing day. Sorry for how long this is, but can somebody please give me some advice?

a few years ago I lived in a house with my best friend and my brother. my friend's brother's lease in his house ran out and he asked her if he could crash at our place until he found something else. well, she said yes without consulting me or my brother and i'm not a rude person so I wasn't going to tell her no after the fact. it was a three bedroom house with a full basement and since all the bedrooms were taken, he slept in the basement on a huge couch. since it was winter, it was quite cold in the basement so i didn't mind that he had a space heater going to keep him warm. what i didn't know until later when i came home one day is that he had THREE heaters going at once and he wasn't even there during the day! he had them all running at once in an empty basement, which eventually caused an almost $300 electric bill (which he never offered to help offset). all the food i had bought with what little money i had was disappearing. he had girls and friends over, all without making sure it was cool with any of us. one day, that space heater overload literally blew out a circuit in our basement which affected half the outlets in our living room upstairs and we had to have our landlord and several electricians come and fix it over a inconvenient period of 3 days. after a month of this, i finally broke down to my friend and said he either pays us something or he leaves. she agreed and talked to him. He gave us $50 one time, and then stayed another month for free. to make matters worse, it turns out he had a place to stay the whole time and he had just used us! bad idea to let people walk all over you.

i had a friend come from out of town and last minute she asked if she could stay for the weekend. i agreed but unfortunately i had to work much of the weekend. when i came home, all my clothes had been taken out of my dresser and closet and strewn about my room, all my hair products and appliances were all over my bathroom counter (somethings were still plugged in, like the curling iron), and my friend was no where to be found. she returned later with a couple people from high school that i hadn't really been friends with but i had to play cordial because they were her friends and i didn't want to be rude. i couldn't wait for that weekend to be over.

words of wisdom: ask your friends to stay elsewhere or don't even bring up the subject if they already say they are staying somewhere else.