My brother showed up at my door on Easter with a Uhaul and nowhere to go, and I finally said no
Back in April my brother called me from the road, said he lost his third job in 8 months and needed to crash at my place in Tacoma for "a couple weeks." I said no for the first time in my life, mostly because the last time he stayed he cost me $600 in broken stuff and a dented door. He screamed that I was dead to him and my mom stopped answering my calls for 6 weeks over it. It's August now and honestly my house is quiet and I sleep fine. Anyone else have a sibling who treats your spare room like a free hotel and then plays the victim when you close the door?