The day I realised Id been living with a monster. For eleven years, I thought I had a family. A wife, two kids, a home, a...
At sixty-five, we realised our children no longer needed us. How does one accept this and begin living for oneself? I am sixty-five now, and for...
**Diary Entry** I want my son to get a divorce. Why does he need such a brainless wife? Theres this stereotype that mothers-in-law are wicked witches...
**Diary Entry 12th October** My daughter and her husband left the grandchildren with me for the entire half-term break. Here I am, living off my pension,...
“Gran, Mum says we have to put you in a care home.” I overheard my parents talkingno child would make that up. Margaret Whitmore strolled through...
Three nights now, I havent slept a wink. Guilt gnaws at me like a starving beast, leaving no moments peace. Its as if Im teetering on...
They mocked me for being a “country bumpkin,” even though they came from the same roots I grew up in a tiny village in the Yorkshire...
The son wished to send his mother back to the care home. He glanced at the box before leaving. After her husbands passing, Agnes sold her...
Long ago, on a misty morning in London, my father was driving to work when he stopped at a petrol station. There stood a young, pregnant...
**Diary Entry A Fresh Start in the Countryside** During the divorce, my wealthy husband, Edward Whitmore, decided to leave me with nothing but a derelict farm...