God I do not like visitors. When I have my own place, I am not telling anybody my address. If they insist, I'll give out addresses to strangers' places. Maybe I'm weird, but there is nothing more uncomfortable than having somebody who is not normally in your house, in your house. I do not like it one bit. I don't even like being in other people's houses. Doesn't matter who it is.
Ugh, I absolutely can relate.
Though my mom and brother just visited, and my brother even spent the night, and it was... alright. Pretty fun, even, even before we got drunk playing Smash Bros.
But it was still a little weird and uncomfortable, even though they were very nice. (Nicer than last time...) And I'm really not sure when I'll be comfortable having my dad over again. Hell, the previous time my brother visited, we got in an argument over some decorating advice. I guess the issue is that this is my safe place, and I'm really sensitive about any criticism of it. Even though I know it's fucking weird to a normal person (it's... sparsely furnished, AKA it has everything I need and not much else).
My dad's place is a flipping mess anyway, random garbage everywhere such that it's hard to walk without tripping over cables. Ants constantly snacking in the kitchen. Where the hell did he get off, criticizing my place for being too empty.
... I mean, there were enough chairs, and a futon couch, and even beanbag chairs. But the futon was too thin and the chairs were hard wood, he wasn't happy. ugh, it sucks because he's largely right.
Oh, best part, somehow mom and dad actually had a conversation yesterday (why is that happening NOW of all times) and she told him that she and bro visited. Which is great since dad had asked to visit a few days earlier and I'd declined. REALLY looking forward to my next conversation with him, flip. (She even realized what she'd done and called me afterward to let me know)
Still. This visit went a lot better than any of the others. Actually made me hopeful for the future, surprisingly. I'd also taken some advice, there are a few posters and a curtain-mural thing up now. I didn't need them, but they seem to make other people more comfortable.
...Okay there are a couple of hangings I actually appreciate. Mementos from my dead papa (dad's stepdad): A framed tobacco leaf, and a framed paintbrush covered in gold paint. Memories of a good man who worked very hard.
He taught me the value of honesty. There was a situation... I won't go into detail, but I have klepto urges. And if it weren't for him, I'd probably still act on them.