My husband’s creepy cousin is staying at our house, and I don’t know what to do. It’s making me extremely uncomfortable. From the moment he stepped through the door, something about him just felt off. Maybe it’s the way he stares at me for a little too long, or how he always seems to be in the same room as me, no matter where I go in the house.

I’ve tried talking to my husband about it, but he brushes it off, saying I’m overreacting or that his cousin is just awkward. But it’s more than that. The way he lingers in the hallway when I’m heading to bed, or the way he seems to make himself at home in my space, constantly invading my personal bubble—it’s suffocating. Every time I hear his footsteps, I feel this tightening in my chest, a sense of dread creeping in.

I find myself avoiding certain parts of the house, trying to escape his gaze, but it’s my home, my space. I shouldn’t have to feel like this in my own sanctuary. I don’t want to sound paranoid, but there’s an underlying unease that I can’t shake off.