Open Up, We’re Here: When Relatives Arrive Uninvited and Boundaries Matter – Julie, it’s Aunt Natalie! – The voice on the phone rang with such forced cheer it made Julie grit her teeth. – We’ll be in town in a week, need to sort some paperwork. We’ll stay with you for a week or maybe two, okay? Julie nearly choked on her tea. So, no “hello,” no “how are you,” just straight to “we’ll stay.” Not “may we?” or “is it convenient?” Just “we’ll stay.” Period. – Aunt Natalie, – Julie tried to keep her voice gentle, – nice to hear from you. But about staying… Could I help you find a hotel instead? There are some good, affordable options. – What hotel? – Aunt Natalie scoffed as if Julie had said something utterly ludicrous. – Why waste money? You have your dad’s old three-bedroom flat! A whole flat for one person! Julie closed her eyes. Here we go. – It’s my flat, Auntie. – Yours? – Something sharp crept into Natalie’s voice. – And who was your dad? Not one of our family? Blood’s thicker than water, Julie! We’re not strangers, and you shove us off to a hotel like stray dogs! – I’m not shoving anyone. I just can’t have you stay. – Why not? “Because last time you turned my life into a living hell,” Julie thought, but she said instead: – Circumstances, Auntie Natalie. I can’t host you. – Circumstances! – Now Aunt Natalie made no attempt to hide her irritation. – Three empty rooms and you’ve got ‘circumstances’! Your dad would never have turned family away. You’re just like your mum, aren’t you… – Auntie… – What – Auntie? We’ll be there Saturday, around lunchtime. Maxim and Paul are coming too. You’ll greet us properly. – I told you – I can’t. – Julie! – Her voice went hard and commanding. – I’m not discussing this. See you Saturday. The dial tone beeped in Julie’s ear. She slowly placed the phone onto the table and stared at it for a minute. Then she exhaled and slumped back in her chair. Always the same. Two years ago Aunt Natalie had already ‘visited.’ They arrived as a foursome, promised three days – stayed for two weeks. Julie still remembered the chaos: Maxim sprawling on her sofa in outdoor shoes, flicking through her TV channels all night; Paul, the overgrown “child” at twenty-three, raiding the fridge and never washing up. Aunt Natalie reigned over the kitchen, criticised everything from curtains to the “wrong” tiles. After they finally left, Julie discovered a scorched armchair, a broken bathroom shelf, and odd stains on the living room rug. No one mentioned money – not for food, not for utilities, which shot up over those two weeks. They just packed and went, tossing out, “Thanks, Julie, you’re a real star.” Julie rubbed her temples. No more. However much Aunt Natalie shouts about Dad and family ties. If she comes Saturday, the door stays locked. She opened the browser on her phone. Time to find them a hotel. A good, decent one, with all the comforts. Send the address, explain clearly: that’s all she’s prepared to do. If they don’t get it, that’s not her problem. Two days of blissful quiet passed. Julie worked, went for walks, cooked dinner for one, and nearly convinced herself Aunt Natalie’s call was a bad dream. Maybe they’d change their minds. Maybe find other relatives to impose on. Her phone rang on Thursday near evening: “Aunt Natalie” flashed and sick dread curled in her stomach. – Julie, it’s me! – The chirpy voice shattered her peaceful flat. – We’re coming tomorrow, our train gets in at two! Meet us and have a proper meal ready – travel wears you out! Julie slowly sank onto the edge of the sofa. Her knuckles whitened on the handset. – Aunt Natalie, – she said slowly and carefully, – I’ve already said. I’m not letting you stay. Please don’t come to my flat. – Oh, don’t be silly! – Aunt Natalie chuckled like it was a joke. – You big baby. Not letting us, letting us… We’ve bought tickets! – That’s your problem. – Julie, what’s wrong with you? – Her tone flared with confusion, then returned to its usual pressure. – You’re family! You HAVE to help – it’s sacred! – I don’t owe anyone anything. – Of course you do! Your dad, rest his soul— – Auntie, enough about Dad. I said no. That’s final. A heavy sigh – dramatic, as if she were steeling herself for a wilful child. – Julie, nobody cares about your opinion, you know? We’re family. You’re just being difficult. Tomorrow at two, don’t forget! – I keep telling you— – That’s enough. See you! The line went dead. Julie stared at the blank screen for a few seconds. Something hot and furious surged in her chest. She threw the phone onto the sofa and paced the room – three steps there, three back, like a caged animal. So, her opinion doesn’t matter? Wonderful. Just great. She stopped abruptly. Think again, dear Aunt. Julie grabbed her phone and flicked to Mum’s contact. – Hello? Julie? – Her mum sounded warm and slightly puzzled. – Is something wrong? – Hi Mum. Listen, I want to come visit. Tomorrow. For a week, maybe a bit longer. Pause. – Tomorrow? Love, you were only here last month… – I know. But I need it. I work remotely, doesn’t matter where. Can I come? Her mum was silent a second longer; Julie could almost see her brow furrowing, trying to puzzle out what was up. – Of course, come. You know I’m always happy to have you. Are you sure everything’s okay? – Yes, Mum. I just miss you. Julie hung up and allowed herself a smile. Tomorrow at midday, Aunt Natalie would arrive at a locked door. She could ring, knock, shout all she wanted – the owner would be gone. Not popped out to shops or a friend, but three hundred miles away in another city. Julie booked the morning train, 6:45. Perfect. By the time Auntie hit her building, Julie would be sipping tea in her mum’s kitchen. Blood may be thicker than water – but sometimes family needs to hear “no.” On the train, Julie listened to the rhythmic clatter of the tracks and wondered what Auntie’s face would look like at the locked door. Her eyes drooped, head hummed, but peace settled inside. Mum met her at the station, gave her a tight hug, whisked her home. Pancakes with cheese, tea, and marched her off to bed. – We’ll talk later, – said Mum, taking the empty cup. – Rest first. Julie crashed into sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She woke to her phone’s shrill trill. Groggily, she fumbled it off the side table, blinking at the “Aunt Natalie” display. – Julie! – The woman screeched so loudly she had to hold the phone away. – We’ve been outside your door for twenty minutes! Why won’t you open?! Julie sat up, rubbed her face. Outside, sunset glowed; she’d slept half the day. – Because I’m not there, – she answered. She couldn’t help smirking. – What do you mean, not there?! Where are you?! – In another city. Silence. Then an explosion: – You’ve got a nerve! You knew we were coming, and you just vanished?! How could you?! – Easily. I warned you I wouldn’t let you in. You didn’t listen. – How dare you! – Aunt Natalie was frantic with indignation. – Someone must have your keys! The neighbour, a friend! Call them! We can manage without you, we’re not kids! Julie paused. Wow. That’s bold. – Auntie, are you serious? – Absolutely! We’re tired and you’re playing games! – I’m not living with you in my flat. And I’m not letting you in without me, either. – You’re— The bedroom door creaked: her mum, hair tousled and eyes steely, stepped in. She silently held out her hand, and Julie handed over the phone. – Natalie, – her mum’s voice was icy, – it’s Vera. Listen to me carefully, don’t interrupt. Muffled gurgle from the phone. – Yuri couldn’t stand you, – Mum continued. – His whole life, he couldn’t. And I knew it best. So why bother his daughter? What do you want from her? Julie heard Aunt Natalie stammering, flustered. – Good, – Mum clipped. – Don’t call Julie ever again. She’s got people to turn to, and you’re not one. End of conversation. She hung up and handed Julie’s phone back. Julie stared at her mum as if seeing her for the first time. – Mum… You… I’ve never seen you like this. She snorted, adjusted her dressing gown. – Your dad taught me. Said with Natalie you have to bark once, proper, and she won’t show up for years. She suddenly smiled, crow’s feet dancing. – Still works, imagine! Julie burst out laughing, heartily, all the stress draining away. Mum joined in. – Come on, – she waved towards the kitchen, – let’s get some tea. You owe me the full story.