I've got another one: a 'friend' who I am studiously ignoring. I have yet to tell her I don't want to see her again.
She's always been massively self-centred and self-obsessed, but I've let a lot of it slide because she had a terrible childhood blah blah blah. She's a single mum and her pfb is adorable. She and baby have stayed with DH and I twice.
The first time, she was pinned to our sofa breastfeeding so we spent all our time chatting. It was fine(ish), except she talks incessantly about breastfeeding. Neither DH nor I got a word in edgeways. It was a relief when she went.
The second time she came, her little girl was 7 months old and needed entertaining. I spent the whole time with the baby - playing, changing nappies and so on. And clearing up the stuff that she just dumped on the floor such as wipes, calpol sachets... And listening to her complain about how the temperature of our spare room - as if she wasn't responsible for having left the window open all bloody day and night. Both of our sofas were covered in baby clothes and gubbins (there is space in the spare room) and nowhere for us to sit. And she was still going on and on and on and on about breastfeeding. (We can't have kids, so I don't have strong opinions about BF vs. FF. But I now know more than I ever cared to know about foremilk and hindmilk.)
DH retreated to our bedroom because she rarely spoke to him. When I say 'spoke', I mean 'asked him a question about himself'. I've been used to it, but he was really fecked off.
The absolute classic was her telling me, the day before she was due to arrive, that she'd invited a mutual friend and their children round our house. I like this friend and enjoy their company but FFS... it's our bloody home, not her sodding holiday home!
DH and I have agreed that baby is welcome to come back and stay with us any time - she was adorable and well behaved. Her mother is not welcome.