Your house, your rules! It’s actionally quite reasonable for homeowners to have rules and boundaries established so that they feel comfortable when having guests over or even raising a family. What’s not reasonable are the crazy house rules these people had to share. Do you agree with some of these rules?
All stories have been edited for clarity.
My Girlfriend’s Psycho Mother
“I dated a girl that was a little younger than me. She was nineteen, and I was twenty-two. Her mom didn’t trust her to do anything, especially being at home by herself. She claimed her daughter ‘couldn’t be trusted.’
The first time I walked into their townhome, I saw three cameras between the kitchen, living room and dining room. We went in my girlfriend’s room and started making out for not even two minutes before her mom started calling her, asking what part of the house we were in and insisting we go back to the living room bc we needed to be on camera.
Even though we obliged, her mom still sped home so we couldn’t be alone anymore.
We had difficulty maintaining peace in our relationship because of her mother. We were still trying to make it work, until one day her mom came home drunk and started screaming at my girlfriend for not doing some of her chores. Then her mother had the nerve to yell at me for not ensuring she did them.
As a twenty-two year old, I was not having it. I told her she didn’t have a right to yell at me and that she needed to stop acting like a psycho because nobody wants to be around it.
My girlfriend and I then had to date in secret, which didn’t last long and I haven’t seen or talked to her in years.”
All About Me
“When I was growing up, I had a friend who was rarely allowed to get new clothes. She often wore clothes from Goodwill, sometimes with holes in them. Other times she wore clothes that didn’t fit her well because she had slightly outgrown them.
I remember one day she wore a dingy winter coat. Her mother refused to buy her a new one, even though it was all she asked for as a Christmas gift.
We always assumed things were like this for her because her family struggled financially. But when she came to school crying one day, the sad truth came to light.
Her mother had just bought a new fur coat for herself! This was years ago, when natural fur was very expensive and a status symbol. We saw her mother strutting around in a coat similar to what a seven-thousand dollar coat would be today. Her mother’s rule was that very little money would be spent on clothing for her daughter because she worked for the money and deserved to ‘treat herself’.
We were all in the eleventh grade.”
Number One Rule
“My buddy has one rule and one rule only: ‘Don’t take a dump in his toilet.’
You can let the fire hose spray free, but as soon as you drop off a package in his bowl, he goes ballistic.
Once I was at a party at his place and so many people needed to relieve themselves. My buddy monitored the bathroom and told anyone who needed to drop a duece to ‘use nature’ as he gestured to the tree in his backyard. Three drunk party guests actually used the tree that night.
To this day, you still aren’t allowed to poop in his toilet. I can’t remember if anyone ever did, or what the penalty was if they were caught.”
Give Me The Details
“My ex-step dad made a rule when I started high school that if I wanted a friend to come over, I had to submit a FIVE PARAGRAPH PAPER detailing the who, what, and when of the visit.
It had to include all planned activities, transportation requests, pre-planned arrival and departure details of said friend, and any monetary costs that would have incurred during my friend’s stay. The paper was due a minimum of 5 days before my friend’s arrival, and if he didn’t agree to the terms set forth in the paper, my request was denied. Luckily, he and my mom split my sophomore year and that rule was immediately cut, but damn did I write a lot of papers my freshman year.
And before people asked why I didn’t just go to my friend’s houses, that also required a paper, but a shorter one that included the who, when, monetary needs, and transportation requests. Also, I wasn’t allowed to go if my friend’s parents were smokers or if she had brothers close to our age. That man was psychotic.”
Your Wish Is My Command
“My mother had a rule growing up that if anyone was over at that house, they would pick what we’d do together. It sounds like a nice and courteous rule at first glance, but my mother would apply it to the extreme.
I had to let my guests choose whatever they wanted and was punished for even inputting extra information about their choice. I couldn’t choose anything at my own birthday parties once my guests arrived. If I wanted to do something specific, it would have to be planned in advanced.
This lasted into my early teens. I guess it could be the reason I have an extreme decision paralysis in my twenties whenever my friends ask me what I want to do.”
