Dear Prudence,
My girlfriend I just moved into our first rental together, and our elderly neighbor (let’s call her “Gertie”) quickly introduced herself. She lives alone and seemed really friendly, so we imagined we’d check in on her a few times a week, offer to pick up groceries if we were going out, things like that.
Things have quickly spiraled out of control. Gertie will bang on our doors and windows, sometimes early in the morning, until we let her in. Then she’ll stay for hours at a time. If we have friends or family over, we’re suddenly hosting them plus Gertie. It’s obvious she’s lonely, I know, but we hate living here now because she won’t leave us alone. It’s like that movie “Ma” if Octavia Spencer were 40 years older.
We’d decided to take a break and not answer her (sometimes a dozen or more per day) phone calls, but my girlfriend caved when Gertie left her a voicemail. She listened to it, and it was a few garbled seconds of Gertie asking for help. I rushed over to Gertie’s place, and it turns out Gertie did need help—she cheerfully asked me if I’d go to the mailbox and collect her mail for her. We thought she was in trouble!
Our lease isn’t up for another 10 months. I don’t want to be mean to an old lady, but she’s driving us crazy. Any advice?!
— Not Her Grandson