I know as Christians we are supposed to help people when we can, but at some point is it ok to say no? I don’t mind helping people in general but when someone always seems to need a place to stay for a while it just invades my life. My home is supposed to be where I come for peace of mind, solace, etc. but instead it’s complaining about the dogs, telling me how they know more about everything, how I need to do this or that all over again. I find I let myself be bullied in my own home because I hate listening to yelling and complaining. It causes me so much stress. I’m back to I’d rather work late than go home to my pups. I’ve got to learn the word NO.