Blanche: Believe me, Dorothy, I know what you're going through. I once had a relationship with a man I couldn't get rid of. Every time I turned around, there he was, pathetically underfoot. Long after I outgrew my need for him, he was there with flowers and candy, perfume. I couldn't move without him following me like a puppy dog.
Rose: How'd you finally get rid of him?
Blanche: Monday came, and we both had to go back to work.