My husband’s creepy cousin has been staying at our house, and to be honest, I don’t know what to do. It started off innocently enough—a family favor. He needed a place to stay for a while, and my husband, being the kind-hearted person he is, didn’t think twice about offering our home. But I could sense something was off the moment he walked through the door.

There’s something unsettling about him, a vibe that puts me on edge. It’s not anything overt or obvious—he hasn’t done anything outright inappropriate—but it’s the way he looks at me, like he’s watching my every move. It’s the lingering stares that feel just a little too long, the way he seems to hover in the background, always there but never saying much. It’s made me hyper-aware in my own home, a place that’s supposed to be my sanctuary.

At first, I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was being paranoid, that I was overreacting. After all, he’s family. But the more time he spends here, the more uncomfortable I become. He makes small comments that leave me feeling uneasy, remarks that seem harmless on the surface but have an underlying tone I can’t quite shake. It’s gotten to the point where I try to avoid being alone in the room with him, finding excuses to be elsewhere, pretending to be busy when I’m not.

I’ve tried to bring it up with my husband, but it’s hard to explain exactly why I feel this way without sounding irrational. My husband trusts his cousin, and I don’t want to create tension in the family, especially without concrete proof. But I also can’t shake this gut feeling that something isn’t right.

It’s exhausting, constantly being on edge in my own home. I find myself questioning whether I’m making a big deal out of nothing, or if I’m justified in feeling this way. But every time I walk into a room and catch him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, my instincts scream that I need to be careful.

I’m torn between wanting to protect the peace in my marriage and the need to feel safe in my own home. I know I can’t keep going like this—something has to change—but I’m not sure what to do. Should I confront him directly? Should I push my husband harder to see what I’m seeing? Or do I wait it out, hoping this feeling of unease will eventually pass? All I know is that right now, I feel trapped in my own house, and it’s slowly driving me crazy.