Would you let a relative come to visit you and let him sleep in your bed?

To be honest, I don't want to, but it's useless if I don't want to. After all, people at home will look at their face, or they will give them proper respect. Then they still asked me to give up the bed and let me sleep on the sofa. But actually, sleeping on the sofa is quite good. I was just annoyed that I was asked to give up the bed.

After all, when you come to my house, you are causing trouble to us, but you still want me to give up my own bed. This reason seems a bit unreasonable. And some relatives will think, forget it, I'm troubling you, and then they will sleep on the sofa. But some relatives will feel that it is natural for you to give me your bed, so this is normal.

I am really annoyed by people like this. I have a relative A, and she is just like this. Every time she comes to my house, it’s like my family owes her, and she acts like a great person, and asks us to give her good food and drinks every time she comes. Many times my mother is unwilling to entertain them like this, but for my father's sake, she has no choice but to do so.

I remember one time, what made me most angry was when she came to my house during the Chinese New Year, and she didn’t think she was troubling us at all. She probably played at my house for a week. Then I slept on the couch for a week, and she thought that was how I should be. As soon as she returned to my house, she consciously went to my bed to lie down. She doesn't even take off her socks before going to bed.

Then he was still covered with a quilt on the bed, playing with his mobile phone, asking my mother to cook the rice, and calling her to come and eat before she came. She was really like an uncle every day, doing nothing except taking a shower or washing underwear, which she thought she did by herself. We basically did everything we needed to do, even eating and even picking up a pair of chopsticks.

The most outrageous thing is that in her heart, she feels that it is natural for us to treat her this way. After all, she has a close biological relationship with my father, so she feels that my home is like hers.

Then every time I went into my room to get something, I would get angry when I saw my bed. It was a mess. Everything was put on my bed, including the quilt. I don’t know how she made it. It looked dirty and messy.

Later, A finally left, and at that time she tidied my bed a little. When she walked out the door, the moment I closed the door, I immediately ran back to my room, opened the quilt, and smelled the smell of feet. I almost fainted from the fumes, it was so smelly. I don’t want to ask about that taste a second time in my life. Then I immediately changed the sheets and quilts, and even took out the cotton batting on the bed to dry it, and almost threw away the frame of my bed. Really, I really don’t want anyone else to sleep in my bed. Maybe he still retains the territorial awareness of animals, but he feels unsafe in a bed that has been slept on.

And even if she doesn’t stink, I still feel like I can’t sleep when I smell someone else’s scent in bed, and I feel uneasy even when I sleep.