What can you do if a guest/house-guest overstays their welcome?
Because that´s what happened yesterday to me and I simply have no idea how I should or could have handled the situation!
I haven´t seen this particular friend in about three months but that´s actually no big deal with us, everyone has a busy life and things always come between.
We first went shopping because you can do this better in the area where I live than in hers. After that she came to my place where we had some cake I especially baked and coffee. And a chat.
Though it wasn´t just a chat. It was a marathon!
She stayed over 8(!) hours – I had to prepare dinner at one point because it was already quite late but I wasn´t really prepared for it and just rustled something up for the two of us, having spent the day before with house cleaning instead of shopping for groceries because of said visit – and I kind of was at the verge of tears, repeating in my head the question “When will she go?” over and over, all the while smiling and nodding my head off to everything she said because that´s what I´d been taught.
It´s not that I don´t like her, I really do, but I had expected her to go after, say 2 or 3 hours, 4 at the tops because we already had spent three hours of shopping together and quite frankly I was shattered.
Not so much because of the shopping although that wasn’t very enjoyable as well because our taste in clothing differ so much, there isn’t even a word for it and I won´t go shopping with her again.
No, what really broke me was the constant and incessant talking. She talked non-stop, and I really mean it – She. Simply. Didn´t. Stop. Talking.
I wouldn’t mind that as long as I would be allowed a few sentences here and there myself, but that was clearly not happening.
The only things I was allowed to utter were offers of more tea.
When she finally left – having thanked me for that delightful stay! – I was a complete wreck! I felt like I had run a marathon!
Or like I had worked for three days in a row without having slept a wink in-between.
Or like I had been run over by a truck.
My whole body was aching with cramps and the first thing I did was pouring me a big whisky and drinking it in just a few gulps.
I´ve never experienced anything quite like this before. I mean, I had friends over and sometimes we really talked for hours, but that´s the thing I believe – because then with those other friends WE talked, and it wasn’t just one person holding endless monologues while the other starts bleeding out of her ears.
I mean, I really love Shakespeare (and I don´t just say that but actually mean it), but even I wouldn’t want to watch the whole rendition of Hamlet twice in one evening. (Which would also take 8 hours if not considerably shortened.)
So what can I do to not let that happen again? Because just the thought of it makes me shiver with fright!
Please feel free to share any ideas, stories, anecdotes or jokes (I really could use those!) you have considering this subject in the comment section!