Really? I can understand that if, for example, my relative had told me “I ain’t running a storage unit for your crap, sonny. Rent out storage while you;re in France.” But I told been told “Sure, kid, plenty of room in my basement. Be happy to store your stuff while you’re gone.” That’s weird.
In my own house, as a boy, I could have understood it if my aunt had said to me “I’m going to throw your stupid joke books away” and I could have made alternative plans (and thought less of that aunt).
Not sure how you justify my mother in law going through my suitcase to throw out the magazines. (I wasn’t travelling with them–I had picked them up at a used bookstore while in her city and was planning to add them to my collection back home.) Is that your idea of being a good host?
Sure glad I never had you for a parent, I will tell you that.