Family is great, right up until someone mistakes your home for a free Airbnb. That’s the uncomfortable line one man hit when his stepson and his fiancée started treating his house like a cost-free crash pad. Love may ask for compromises, sure. But there’s a big difference between being empathetic and being taken for granted.
My stepson and his fiancée came over for the weekend. I prepared my guest room-turned-office for them to sleep in and inflated an air mattress. His fiancé smirked. “We’re not crashing like college kids!”. The next day, I was stunned to find them dragging their bags into my office anyway. My desk was covered with her makeup, and his shoes were on top of my files.
