Many years ago while I was still married, there was an instance where I never spoke a word to my wife for almost 2 weeks.
... because she didn't like to be interrupted.
Her mother came to visit for a few days. She was a religious nutter.
After two weeks, I moved out of the house to preserve my sanity.
The mother out-law was still there three weeks later, so I packed her bags and threw her out onto the lawn at the front of the house.
I then called a taxi to take her to the airport, where her ticket for her flight back to Sydney was waiting.
My ex then did me a tremendous favour 6 months later, by shooting through with my best mate, a truck driver.
I have never actually met the guy, but I call him my best mate because he saved me from the bother of having to throw her out as well.