To ask have you ever kicked anyone out of your home?

[Hellomatey001]

Just had an awful awful sales experience with a fitted furniture company.

Saleswoman only wanted to talk to DH, ignored me and when the final quote came in double what we had been told by a store rep, she snapped that I looked "pained." She became really really surly and obnoxious. When we said we would need to think about it, she stormed off huffing and puffing all the way, muttering under her breath and knocking my 7 month old daughter in her chair in the process.

I feel like I should have asked her to leave. But have never kicked anyone out.

Anyone done it, why and was it worth it?

I threw a racist lad out once. I was 18 or 19 with my own place. My lodger and I had been on a night out and we invited two friends back (male) for some drinks. We were all friends and nothing more so no funny business. A lad that was with them got in the taxi and came with us too. I didn't know him but that was fine, he was their friend.

Now we discovered that this lad happened to be extremely racist against white people. He kept putting my friend and I down, saying "well all white women are trash. They're slags who open their legs for everyone. A real woman keeps herself covered!"
He went on a tirade about white people and pointed out that we white girls had invited men back to their house because it's our nature to act like whores. We have no respect for ourselves blah blah blah.

We sat there open mouthed trying to form words to reply to this shit. There he was, sitting on my settee, drinking the alcohol that I had provided, in my home that I worked hard to pay for (alcohol that his supposed religion bans I might add!). When he went to use the bathroom Lodger and I said "WTF?!" our male friends. "Who the hell is he and you need to get rid of him now!"

It turned out he wasn't even their friend. They assumed we knew him and we had assumed he was with them.
He came downstairs laughing saying something about my pet fish which was upstairs. I told him it was time to get the fuck out of my house and the lads escorted him out.

I went upstairs and my 15 year old much loved pet fish was dying. He'd poured bathroom products into the tank.

I didn't feel one bit guilty when I found out the boys had beat the snot out of him later. They were proud gypsies who were handy with their fists and I don't think he realised who they were.

Not the same, but this thread reminded me of when a dear friend of mine lived in the house across the road from me. She was depressed, and having a bad time so I would often pop over and spend some time with her. I would be there every day, for an hour minimum.

One day I went over, after some Jehovah's Witnesses had knocked at my door. She had invited them in for a chat, about life etc. I stayed for a cuppa then left and returned about 6 hours later (having got her shopping) and almost howled with laughter when I realised the visitors were still there. They seemed to be trying to get away, when I popped back they tried to use my appearance as their chance to leave, but friend wasn't having any of it and was insistent they stayed.

I popped over to see her later that night, they hadn't long gone and had been there about 8 hours. She only let them go when she realised it was dinner time (she had given them cheese sandwiches for lunch).

She was in high spirits, and told me she'd taken the opportunity to talk about lots of her feelings and life, but then also realised (I think when I popped back with her shopping) that they probably didn't want to be there so she took some perverse pleasure in keeping them talking. Joking that at least she kept them from visiting anyone else that day.

An ex friend. She and her DP had just purchased a house. The sale had gone through on the Friday and on the Monday she changed her mind. They hadn't even spent a night in it. I liked them both and I said to them both that we'd be there for them equally.
This was all well and good until she passed our house one night and her ex was here (breaking his heart to DH actually). She barged her way into my hallway ranting and raving (complete with her Mother!). I shoved them both back through the door told her she had 5 seconds to get herself through my front gate or she'd be going over it. Both scuttled off like scalded cats.

Went back in the lounge and DH and friend were slack jawed as neither expected it from me. Many many years on and friend is still a friend. Turned out the ex had someone else.

Asked a Cafcass woman to leave. She had limited knowledge of my case yet threatened if I didn't go along with a voluntary contact order exh would get custody!!
Reported her to Cafcass and she was removed from my case.
Exh lost anyway!!

My dad did recently. They were getting quotes for getting some work done. He threw one bloke out who apparently couldn't understand why his lax attitude towards timekeeping and general good manners were an issue. So my dad slung him out and told him he wouldn't be getting any work from him. My dad is late 70's and I'd have loved to see him using his brusque voice

Yes, one of my ex's acquaintances who he had said could stay on our sofa for a 'couple of days' after his gf kicked him out. Five weeks later he was still there. Eventually he got really pissed off that we'd refused to get him a key cut for our home and stormed out to the pub at 11am. He returned at 1am, very drunk, banging and shouting on the doors and windows. He continued ranting after my ex let him in. I was pregnant, exhausted and finally reached the end of my tether - so I lost it and screamed at him to get out of my house and take all his crap with him (he'd gradually moved more and more of his stuff in)! He refused, so I had to call the police to remove him.

He then went to stay with some other friends of ours, who also had to have him removed by the police under similar circumstances. He went back to his mother's in Glasgow after that as he'd fallen out with every friend he had here.

I got kicked out of my ex's parents' house once; his mum came into his room (where I was staying; he was ostensibly sleeping elsewhere) and found us cuddled up (literally). He shuffled out. The next morning I was woken (by him) and told to pack up, then was driven to the station. It was all very polite, but awkward AF. I suspect it was because we were students and there were much younger kids in the house.

Ironically I split up with him but still stay in contact with her funny old world!

DD was 16 and had gone out to the cinema with her friend Danielle. I was very ill, so went to bed, but stayed awake listening for her coming in. She came in and yelled up the stairs “can Dani stay?” I said yes, and promptly went to sleep.

Dragged myself up the next morning to find a young lad, fag in hand, lolling on my sofa ordering DD around while she made his breakfast.

Danny, went down the steps to my front door a hell of a lot faster than he came up them.

I threw out the HV, after I had ds2.

I had failed to breastfeed ds1 (for various reasons I won't bore you with), and was determined to succeed with ds2. He seemed to feed a lot, but didn't put on weight. He lost 10oz off his birthweight, and at 6 weeks old, hadn't regained more than an ounce or two.

At this point, the HV was coming every other day or daily to weigh him, and each time she'd tell me she wanted him to have put on at least half an ounce a day, by the next time she came - which he then didn't do.

Finally, on the 4th or 5th visit, she raised the possibility of formula, and I said that I was very keen to make breastfeeding work this time - to which her reply was, "Well, I have to think of the best interests of the child!"

I was furious and my reply was something along the lines of "How dare you suggest I don't have my baby's best interests at heart - get out of my house NOW!" And she left.

The next time I saw her, she apologised profusely - I hadn't seen her for over a week because she'd been on holiday, and she'd worried all week about how she had upset me.

Yep a plumber
He clearly had fabricated his references and lied about his ability, he didn't do what he was asked to do and cause loads of damage. I kicked him out before he could damage any more of my house. We then subtracted the costs to fix his mess from his final payment.
It was quite scary because he was nearly 7 foot tall ex army and I'm a rather tiny 4'11 but I was so angry the rage took me a long way! I think DH was glad I dealt with it though as he said the guy unnerved him.

Yes. We had a farewell party when we left the last town we lived in and we allowed DD1 to invite some of her friends to it. A few of them were hanging about at the front of the house chatting which was absolutely fine. However some passing older lads obviously thought it was a teen party and decided to crash. Their faces when they realised that the majority of the guests were adults was very funny. They didn't disagree when i marched them to the door and suggested they leave right away!

Lots at work (bar/doors). Large drunk fighty men generally calm down quicker for a 5ft woman.

ExH. Within an hour he was out the door with a change of clothes and without house keys when I found out he'd been unfaithful.

He seemed to think I would be glad to have him sleep on the sofa for a week or two while he and the 22 year old he'd been seeing found themselves a flat.

As a friend at the time said "He thought what? Does he know you? Has he even met you?" in utter disbelief.

kicked the police out after asking me if i was “making up” the abuse I had been receiving to “get a move”.

A boy at my dd's 18th. He was a friend of a friend and hadn't even been invited. Not realising I was standing right behind him, he said something very sexually inappropriate to dd. Dd and friends gaped and said, 'What did he say?' so I repeated it to his face then chucked him out.

Yes. A cowboy builder that was causing more damage than anything else.

My BIL. I’d had a difficult time surrounding DS2’s prem birth and nicu stay. DH’s family had already behaved thoughtlessly and upset me. We’d invited BIL round to see the baby as he was the only one who hadn’t met him yet. I think our first or second night at home. He launched into a tirade at me about how he felt about not being top of our list of priorities when communicating about DS2 situation. I was tired and emotional and hormonal and vulnerable and had had a CS 9 days before so sore. And he went on and on at me. I threw him out and told him not to come back. DH backed me up. TBH he should have stepped in earlier. We still don’t really talk. It was a turning point in a litany of stupid behaviour from DH family that means we are much more circumspect about what we share with them.

My mil about 15 years ago.

She was being an absolute cow, so I just stood up and shouted at her to get out of my house!
She replied " but Dp owns half so she would not leave "
To which I replied " well today he owns upstairs, so f**k off out!"
It was a good day 😀

When I was 15/16 my parents went out for the night so I decided to throw a house party, invited all my mates and put the word out. A girl a few doors up was also having a party and so loads of people were going back and forth between our houses.
Joy of joys the boy I'd had crush on for the best part of 2 years turns up and I was thrilled....that was until I walked in on him and one of my friends in a compromising position in my bathroom!!
I went nuts, threw them both out straight away whilst screeching like a fishwife and when all the other party guests gaped at me open-mouthed I turfed everyone else out too.
That was the first and only house party I've ever thrown

Not me but my best friend. He kicked a guy out of his house party for pouring fanta into a pot-plant!

Once as a teen the front door bell went, home alone I answered it anyway. A really tall man in a suit and hat started bellowing at me in an odd manner, suddenly scared I shouted for our upstairs neighbour who promptly escorted him briskly off our path and onto the street.
Turns out it was our lofty Jewish land lord who had a speech impediment.

Omg I was mortified.

Had a friend who I agreed to pay to do some decorating. He spent half his time on Facebook, did an incompetent job, and when I told him to take the money and sod off he refused until I threatened to call the police.

A young guy put an offer in on m flat, through the estate agent. It was for the asking price, so we accepted.

The next day when DH was out he came round with his dad and two brothers barged in and tried to get me to drop the price by 20%. Full of 'but I've lost my job' etc, until he started to get quite irate.

I was shitting myself but I opened the front door, crossed my arms, and just kept repeating 'you'll need to go through your solicitor' until they left.

I was so intimidated. Bringing your heavies round. Cheeky fucker.

Yes, my H. He was an alcoholic and we were in the process of divorcing - and he was not making much of an effort to find a place. Then he got very drunk, behaved in a way that upset DD2, then threatened to kill me. I called the police and they removed him.

No regrets.

Never actually did it but came very close to it once with Everest (double glazing). The guy spent 3.5 hours in our house reducing the quote by nearly 70% after at least 5 calls to his boss! It was the most annoying and unacceptable hard sell experience I've ever come across and can only advise everyone to avoid Everest with all you've got.

I was a bit younger and more naive then. Today I would have definitely asked the guy to leave after an hour max.

We had a friend who had moved to our city and we said he could kip on the sofa for a couple of weeks. He never contributed to bills and are our food and was messy and slept until 2pm. After THREE MONTHS we had a flat meeting without him and everyone wanted him out. We sat down with him I said ‘we’ve had a discussion and we think it’s time you find your own place’. All my flat mates bar one started stuttering ‘I mean WE don’t mind you staying at all but they (me and my friend) wanted this’. I was so enraged as we hadn’t been the main ones pushing for it AT ALL and we were the ones who were closest to him.

In the same flat I let a friend of a friend stay in my room for a week because she had nowhere to go and I was sleeping at now dh’s House. She stayed 2 weeks in my room and at the end invited me to a party - in my own flat! I told her I needed my room back that night and she stropped off to stay with someone else.