Picture this: you spend your evening cooking a full dinner for a houseguest, meatloaf, veggie casserole, the lot, and instead of a simple thank you, he critiques your menu. That was just day one.
Katie, 34, from Bristol, had never warmed to her husband Dan's best mate from uni, a bloke she's calling Marcus. Dan had always defended him, saying Marcus has autism and that explains the bluntness. Katie wasn't convinced. 'There's blunt,' she says, 'and then there's condescending. Marcus is the second one.'
When Marcus asked to crash at their place for a week ahead of a mutual friend's wedding, he was skint and they'd be driving to the venue together, Katie reluctantly agreed after Dan promised to keep things civil.
The dinner comments she let slide. But then Marcus started calling her 'love' mid-sentence, talking down to her like she needed things explained slowly. She'd told him before: she doesn't like pet names from people she barely knows. Marcus laughed it off every time.
The final straw came when she pulled him up on it again and he launched into a fifteen-minute lecture. His girlfriend, he explained, is from the same country as Katie, so he 'knows the culture.' People there use terms of endearment all the time, apparently. Then he looked her dead in the eye and asked whether she'd been in England so long she'd forgotten where she came from.
Katie told him to get his bags and get out.
Dan was furious. Friends have been messaging her saying she went too far, that Marcus didn't mean it like that, that she should've just let it go. But Katie's not budging.
She cooked for him. She housed him for free. She warned him, repeatedly. And he responded by telling her she'd lost touch with her own identity.
Was she wrong to show him the door? Or did Marcus have this coming from the moment he walked in? Drop your verdict below, NTA, YTA, ESH, or NAH.