My House, My Rules!!!

I’m sick of people coming to my house and thinking they can run it any way they want! I’m sick of meeting people who think I’ll have no problem bending over backwards to do anything they want because I’m a nice person. I’m really done with people who think that I’m just here to be walked on because I was nice enough to help them once before. Then they bring their drama and their bull to MY house and expect me to just be fine with it. I’m sorry, but just because I’m a nice person doesn’t mean I’m just going to let anything go. I have children to protect. I have a home to protect. I enjoy the sanctity of that home and people who don’t understand it don’t deserve to be a part of my life. This is MY house and all those who enter must obey MY rules!

Absolutely no drama. You bring your drama here, you’re asked to leave Don’t want to leave? Fine, the MPs can escort you off the property and I’m okay with that.
No unexpected guests. I know there’s plenty of people out there who have no problems with unexpected guests. Drop by any time you want and it’s fine by me! Bring all your buddies! We’ll just turn it into a party! Nope, not here. I expect you to call first, and not your friend who is staying there, not Oz. If your presence is not cleared by me, you’re not coming in my door. My house is my sanctuary and I’d like to keep it that way.
Do not ever, EVER tell me you’re coming over, pressure me into letting you swing by, or otherwise take away my decision to have you over as a guest in my house. This will be a very good way to get on my bad side and get your permission to be here revoked. Remember, the MPs are only a call away.
Invited guests are just that, guests. It is up to me to extend anything more. If I tell you that you can help yourself to my kitchen, then feel free, but before I offer, don’t expect to raid my fridge. Very few people are permitted to just let themselves in if I’m not here, or to drop by any time. However, if you’re extended that right, you’re as good as family to me. Don’t abuse it or you’ll regret it.
Don’t ask me if someone I don’t know can crash here. Give me a chance to get to know them first.
No guns, simple as that.
No drugs.
No alcohol unless you ask me about bringing it first, unless it’s a gift for our household and not intended to be consumed. If I announce BYOB or to bring something specific, or even that we’re having a night of drinking, it’s fair game, but beyond that, don’t assume that an invite is an opening for a drunken party night at my house.
I don’t want criminals at my house. That means no gang members. That means no drug dealers, even if they have no drugs. That means no one that’s just gotten out of jail for violating their restraining order. That means no one whose record is recent enough to make me worry about the kinds of people they’ll be attracting to my house.
This is my house. Don’t piss me off. I will protect my loved ones and my family with the ferocity of a beast if I have to, but most likely, you’ll be leaving my residence in handcuffs while the MPs escort you to their holding facilities. I do not take people who put me in a difficult situation lightly.

Where does this stem from? A stupid mistake of letting myself get backed into something, yet again. I’ve got to grow a spine! Or maybe I just need to learn to have a rigid spine. Maybe I’ve gotten to flexible from all this dance!

The other day we gave this guy a ride. He left his girlfriend because he thought she was cheating on her. He was in a fix and needed to get across town. He seemed like okay people. Oz had been talking to him for a while. He gave him one of my cards with his number on the back figuring we could stay in touch and maybe have another cool person to hang out with. Sounded like a good idea, right?

A couple days ago he called and asked Oz to help him out. He’d gotten in over his head and needed to be taken somewhere safe. He was being followed. Well, Oz picked him up and took him across town. As he was leaving to head home he got a phone call from this guy. The people had apparently followed him (even though Oz didn’t notice anyone follow them), so he wanted to be taken somewhere else. Oz picked him up and took him to this girl’s house. He couldn’t stay there. He called me thinking it was this other girl at the house he’d first been at, wondering if the guys who were after him were still there. Then he wanted to be driven 45 minutes away! As if it wasn’t bad enough that he called Oz the first time at 10pm-ish and it was now after midnight. Oz dropped him off somewhere closer and left him to fend for himself.

I told Oz that the only people he could piss off around here that could be reason to fear are people who are in gangs or involved with drugs. Sure enough, it was drugs. Apparently drugs came out and he decided to bail. Shortly after the cops showed up, so they thought he was a cop, or called the cops, and were out for blood. This is JUST the kind of person I want to be involved with, really. I figured it was a one time mistake. I thought I’d give him a chance.

Well, this guy calls again yesterday. A friend of his is in a tough situation. She needs a place to stay. She got kicked out of her place. Her boyfriend is in jail. She just needs a place to stay for a few days until he gets out. I told him he had to wait until Oz got out of work, but that wasn’t good enough. He pretty much tells me he wants to come over here. I said I couldn’t pick him up, so he starts looking for a ride before I even told him it was okay. Before I knew it, he was at my door with this girl. He gave the cab driver my number as a contact so the driver could collect the $17 fare he’s owed. It was just bad. But Oz and I felt okay with this girl, so we let her stay, just as long as she was out by Monday.

Thankfully this girl has kept to herself. I’m feeling a little put out by having a guest I don’t know. However, she was watching my kids while I was at class, so it worked out. She’s going to be watching the kids Saturday so I can be at the show too, so I was okay with having a guest that somehow gave back.

Unfortunately I come home to this girl supposedly expecting her bo

yfriend to come over. They guy who talked us into letting her stay had bailed him out and they were coming over here. I waited. I waited. I waited some more. I had Oz get a ride home from a friend of his because I didn’t want to leave the house if they were going to be here. I didn’t know any of them very well. It was awkward and uncomfortable. He didn’t even call me to let me know what was going on and it was my house!

Well, it turns out he was just playing this girl. He didn’t bail her boyfriend out. I had nothing to worry about. She’s pissed off and hurt, understandably. I’m annoyed at having to worry about some stranger showing up at my house. In short, this guy has made a house full of unhappy people. She’s getting a ride to her friend’s house, though she’ll still be back to watch the kids. Her I’m okay with, but he’s an ass. It’s just a frustrating situation.

Let’s just say there’s been too much drama here lately!

~*~Rave~*~