Hi OP - I’ve been thinking of this since I first read it, because it reminds me a bit of my late mum. And how bad I have felt since when I expressed my frustration.
It got worse as she got older, she was a very popular woman but to those she particularly liked she would not keep quiet.
To my shame I once said to her returning from my daughters, who had hosted Xmas when no one had got a word in edgeways or had time to think all day.. she had expressed her delight with the day and I said no one had got a word in. I know she was terribly hurt and I regret it. The other thing I found hard to handle were her weekly telephone calls. She would run a monologue for an hour, I at the time worked full time with a demanding partner and even more demanding two children. She lived alone. Big difference. I always felt the calls had an element of passive aggression about them but that was something we couldn’t discuss as she didn’t believe in such things, and only after the hour would she say how are you? By which time I said fine I have to go now.
We lived over 200 miles apart and when I’d meet her at the station she’d tell me in detail if the long conversations she’d had with strangers on the train.
So what do I think? I think she missed being the leader of the pack. She led the family, she organised a newspaper office, had her own businesses. She had a large ego but was also quite deeply insecure which made her over enthusiastic when she felt a bit secure.
Of course she had massive amounts of positive qualities too but that one is one I didn’t handle of suffer very well. My worse was how I’d ask her if she minded me having my breakfast alone.. couldn’t we just do that? Well that was a massive nono. So I often had the choice of her furious silence or verbal flow of consciousness. It’s very hard when it’s your mum.
How to handle your friend? I don’t know. I think people have to want to change and she’s forcing you into a role that you are not very happy with. You could make a cool comment perhaps like ‘ you do talk a lot don’t you?’ Said kindly.and she might apologise and stop. And you can both laugh.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.


