The most important thing is to marry well. A wealthy husband means a happy life. Emily was her parents’ only daughter. Her father kept a watchful...
**Diary Entry** I couldnt shake the feelingno matter how hard I tried. Ten years of marriage, and yet, the doubt gnawed at me like an unrelenting...
**Diary Entry** I stood frozen by the stove, clutching the plate in my hands. A smear of gravy from the beef stew Mum had just made...
What do you mean, poorly? How bad is he? gasped the mother-in-law. Hes sleeping. Nothing serious, just a slight feverwinters coming, after all. This isnt just...
**Diary Entry 15th August** *”You cant even tell thyme from parsley without the supermarket labels! And I bet youve only seen berries in jam!”* Thats what...
“Kieran, have you lost the plot?” Margaret huffed, hands on her hips. “You think Im inviting you to live with me for money? I just feel...
Zoe wanted to celebrate her milestone birthday at their place and demanded the flat be cleared out. “Katie, has Tarquin already told you?” her mother-in-law began....
The morning began as usual. Outside, dawn had yet to break, but the muffled sounds of the waking city drifted through the window. I opened my...
The Happiness of an Old Flat Waiting for her husband to come home from work, Sophie sat at the kitchen table sipping thyme tea, taking slow,...
Margaret woke up that Saturday morning with a flutter of excitement. Sixty yearsa proper milestone, worthy of a proper celebration. Shed been planning this day for...
“Leave her here, let her die!” they muttered, dumping the old woman into the snowdrift. The fools didnt realise the...
A Wealthy Lady Visits Her Sons Grave and Finds a Weary Waitress Holding a Baby What She Learned Changed Everything...
A year had gone by since her only son, James, passed away. The funeral had been small, but Eleanors grief...
Spotting the dog lying by the bench, she rushed over. Her gaze fell on the leash carelessly left behind by...
Spotting the dog lying by the bench, she rushed over. Her gaze fell on the leash, carelessly left behind by...
My mother and sister saw me as nothing more than a walking walletthey never bothered to care about who I...
Long ago, in a small town near Manchester, I was raised in a house that never truly felt like a...
Nineteen years later, my mother reappearednow she wants money and a roof over her head. I was ten years old...
**Diary Entry 12th March** Its been nineteen years, and now shes backasking for money, a place to stay. I was...
I finally cut ties with my familyand for the first time, I can breathe. Growing up, I believed family was...