What people do in their own homes is their own business, but expect visitors not to want to return if they feel somewhat uncomfortable. These share the reasons they decided never to come back. Content has been edited for clarity.
Ex’s Childhood Home
“I made the horrendous mistake of spending the night at my ex’s parents’ house. I woke up to the feeling of something crawling on me. I soon realized there were three somethings. I flipped on the light and discovered…scorpions.
There are NO scorpions native to our area.
I freaked out, swatted them off, and then ran to the bathroom to strip and check for more. When I turned on the light, several scorpions on the wall scattered like roaches. I woke up the ex because seriously…
Apparently, when he was younger he thought ant farms were boring and decided to order scorpions on the internet and make a scorpion farm instead. The survivors of his arachnid ‘Mad Max’ setup escaped into the house where a few turned into an insane amount. The very wealthy parents chose to live with the scorpions rather than call an exterminator.
Never went back.”
They Were Not Drunk Enough For That
“I once went to a party at someone’s house in Florida at night. We were all hanging out in the backyard so the house looked ok from the outside. I asked the host if I could use his bathroom and I noticed the wallpaper looked quite fuzzy but I chalked it up to being tipsy.
It wasn’t until he flicked the light switch on that the fuzzy wallpaper was a HUGE roach infestation and they scattered everywhere and even more ran away from us when he put the toilet seat down for me and left. I was too scared to move, let alone sit and pee so I just sped-walked out of the whole house and held my pee in til I got home. I have no idea how they were okay living in that house with a trillion roach roomies.”
“We were eating dinner at my MIL’s. My BIL’s son had a baby with someone no one in the family liked but his son considered her his daughter in every way. I didn’t like my MIL anyway because she was just nasty behind everyone’s back.
She told us how she ran into the woman and the girl, she was about 5–6 years old. The girl ran up to my MIL and hugged her. My MIL made the nastiest, snarling face and said how much she hated that girl hugging her.
I thought I would be ill. I looked down at my lap and told my husband quietly, ‘I can’t do this anymore, I need to leave.’
We stood up and my husband said something to his mother, I don’t even know what he said I was so angry.
He told me later he chastised her for her attitude and remarks toward this little girl who is in no way at fault for how her mother is, let alone that her grandson LOVES this girl and she considers him her father.
I never went back. My husband would visit his mother 2–3 times a year. I think she came to our house several times after that but others were there so I avoided her completely.
Too many years (25+) of putting up with her petty hatred.”