*SUPER LONG POST*

Okay, so last Friday my fiancé’s mom text me asking if her and his dad could come stay with me. They’ve been down on their luck, so they have no place to go, no car, no job, etc. They were staying with my fiancé’s brothers girlfriend for the past month I believe, however she is not supposed to have other people living with her so the landlord told her if they weren’t out by the 5th she would be evicted by the 10th. So with no place to go and only a few days to find somewhere and be out they asked me. And I didn’t really put much thought into besides, these are my fiancé’s parents they have no where to go and I have an extra bedroom they can sleep in. So of course I say yes, well with that his mom asked if I could go pick them up because they would not have any way of getting them and their stuff to my house. They were 3 hours away. So I told them I would go the next day since I was off and be there to pick them up. The next day I take off. As I’m driving I already start to rethink the whole thing, like I didn’t think this through. My fiancé is not here, not that I have a problem with his parents but it would make me more comfortable with him being here. Also, I realized I’m going to have to adjust to having people in my house, like I can’t just get out of the shower and walk to my room butt naked like I’m used to because they’re here. Just things like that. So I’m like well I can’t be selfish just because I wanna walk around naked, I already told them they could stay with me so it’s not like I was just going to change my mind and leave them hanging high and dry like that. So I pick them up, I’m thinking like this drive is going to be excruciating but it wasn’t so bad so I’m like okay maybe it won’t be too bad having them in the house. Well we make it home, I get them set up in their room and start getting ready for bed because I have to work at 6 in the morning and it’s already 10. I shower and hit the sheets. I wake up the next morning after a crappy nights sleep and drag myself to the bathroom. I pee, brush my teeth, and start on my hair. This whole process can’t take more that 5 minutes, no joke. Well as I’m doing my hair I hear a knock at the door. I’m like “hold on, just a minutes” and then I hear the dad moaning and groaning like he’s about to be sick or something, so I’m wasting no time hurrying up. As I’m finishing up I hear the kitchen light click on. I’m not thinking too much, just maybe the mom got up looking for something to drink idk. So I finish, walk out the bathroom into the kitchen and what do I see? The dad standing over my KITCHEN trash can, PISSING. Are you fucking shitting me?! Really... are you FUCKING SHITTING ME?! I am flabbergasted. I have no idea what the fuck to think, so I immediately text my fiancé like “why the fuck did I just catch your dad pissing in my kitchen trash can? Dude wtf?” But it’s 6am my fiancé don’t get up till about 7. I’m already running late and I don’t even know how to approach this situation without blowing the fuck up and kicking them out my house so I just leave and hope fiancé texts back soon. I’m pissed, I’m shaking just thinking who does that? Why would that make sense for you to piss in my trash can instead of saying “hey hurry up I really gotta go” OR going outside. You’re a man, go piss off the side of the house like any other person would do. Not in my kitchen trash can. I go to work, fiancé text back so I call him and explain the whole story to him and he talks to his parents or whatever. So when I get home I hear him on the phone with his mom, she outside on the porch next to my room. And I just hear her yelling “it was only one time it’s not like he’s doing every day!” Then she says “well we don’t have to be here we’ll leave, we’re just gonna leave” and she’s trying to hang up I just keep hearing her say “bye!” like 3 times. Then my fiancé calls back and he’s pissed because he was trying to talk to his mom and she just blew it way out of proportion. He was like “I never told them to leave or said anything about them getting out the house, I just told her to tell my dad to be more mindful and respectful blah blah blah” (also I’m pregnant, so I told him to talk to them because I know how my hormones can be in overload and I get pissed off VERY easily and might just blow up) well anyways she blows it out of proportion and I can still hear her talking, I guess to his brother now and she’s saying “well he doesn’t have to talk to me like I’m his kid, like I’m in trouble or something. I’m not his kid he don’t gotta talk to me like that and blah blah blah” okay so aside from all this going on, when I got home I also smelled smoke. They smoke cigarettes. I noticed the ceiling fan was on in my dining room and the windows in my dining room had also been open. So now I’m like wtf? Are they really smoking in my house? Its like they smoke tried to air it out and then cover it up with febreeze or a candle or something. I tell fiancé, and he’s like they probably weren’t smoking in the house, it might just be coming off of them, but I’m like nah that’s too strong to be coming off their clothes . So he like well maybe they had the door open as they were taking their last puff like they were walking in. So I’m like okay I know they had to have been smoking in the house but whatever I’m gonna let them have this one. That same night around 7 I go to my moms house and I’m just hanging out over there because at this point I don’t want to be in my own house with the parents, I’m just pissed off. I eat with my mom and end up coming home with some pizza, so me and my dogs walk into the house and I walk around the corner to their room to offer pizza if they hadn’t ate but I smell a strong odor of cigarette smoke. Walk around the corner and they’re just chilling on the bed both of them with a cigarette in hand. Offer them pizza and asked them kindly not to smoke in the house. I’m pregnant for crying out loud but even if I wasn’t... and not only that but they didn’t even have the decency to ask me “hey do you mind if we smoke in the house” because they both know that me or fiancé do not smoke cigarettes. I would just think if you come into someone else’s house that you know doesn’t smoke, it would probably make the most sense to assume they probably don’t want you smoking in their house. I know I wouldn’t go into someone’s house and light a cigarette like it’s no big deal, only unless I seen them smoking and then I would be like “do you mind if I also smoke?” But to just assume it’s okay is rude. So yes I ask them to please not smoke in the house and the mom is going to say “oh well we thought you were still gone, but we won’t do it anymore” um excuse me? What does it matter if I’m home or gone? I can still smell the smoke when I walk into my house even if y’all had the windows open. And it’s just rude and disrespectful, period. I’m thinking in my head like are you trying to get kicked out, and keep in mind it has mint even been a full 24 hours since they got here. I’m livid. Like on the verge of saying fuck y’all, go figure it out somewhere else because I’m not going to put up with this shit, period. But I keep my cool, just waiting on the next fuck up so I can just go the fuck off and get it out of my system. But I have to say it’s been 2 days since and they’ve really just been avoiding me I guess but it hasn’t been any more incidents, just little things like not picking up after themselves, especially in the kitchen like leaving dirty dishes. So yesterday i was irritated to come home and see their same dishes from the day before and some extra from the day of. I get in there and wash them so I can start making dinner and I hear the dad saying he’s gonna get the dishes and and I’m like nah y’all had all day to do them and I’m ready to cook now, don’t wait till I’m in here doing them to decide you wanna do them dude. And the same thing today, get home and there’s a pan and some plates and coffee mugs in the sink. I’m think to myself I’ll wait, and see if they get done or if it won’t be until I’m doing something in the kitchen. I haven’t been back in the kitchen but I don’t think it’s been done yet. Anyway I’m like I’m probably just nit picking now, just because that first day they pissed me off so bad but I’m like well have some respect. This is not y’all house, please be appropriate guests because I didn’t have to go out of my way to make sure y’all had a place to stay. Idk like I said maybe I’m just not picking now, but I know that if somebody brought me in I would try and be as respectable as possible because I don’t want that person to think I’m ungrateful or just rude. What are y’all opinions???

***Sorry for the long rant.