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З життя55 хвилин ago

At My Husband’s Funeral, I Received a Text from an Unknown Number: ‘I’m Still Alive. Don’t Trust the Kids.’ I Thought It Was a Cruel Joke.

23May2025 I never imagined I would be scribbling these lines from the back of a garden bench, but after the...

З життя58 хвилин ago

‘Diana Will Be Living Here Now,’ Declared Her Husband on His Return from Holiday

This flat will now be Eleanors home, Andrew announced as he stepped through the door, fresh from his break. It...

З життя2 години ago

He Came Home Late at Night and Immediately Took a Shower. In His Jacket Pocket, I Found a Bill for a Dinner for Two.

He got home late, practically stumbling straight into the shower. He didnt even bother taking his shoes off at the...

З життя2 години ago

I Turned Up to Christmas Dinner Sporting a Foot Cast and a Voice Recorder in My Pocket.

I arrived at the Christmas dinner with a plaster cast on my foot and a voice recorder in my pocket....

З життя3 години ago

The Son of Uncle John.

June 14, 2025 Dear Diary, The ramshackle cottage that belongs to Uncle Harold sits at the very edge of our...

З життя3 години ago

A GIFT FROM ASHLEY

April 12th a night I shall not soon forget. My dog, Molly, was wailing all through the darkness, refusing me...

З життя4 години ago

A VISIT TO…MY SON…

Mom, you really dont need to travel now, my son Alex said. Think about it the journey is long, a...

З життя4 години ago

A Life Uniquely Lived

The heat was gnawing at Molly the cat from the inside. It wasnt the first time, but about two weeks...

З життя5 години ago

— This is where Diana will now reside, — declared her husband upon his return from holiday.

15April2025 Im still trying to make sense of today, so Im putting it down while the memory is fresh. After...

З життя5 години ago

Get Out of Here, I Never Loved You Anyway!” – Mykola Shouted After His Young Wife as She Left the Flat with Their Small Child

Get out of here, I never loved you! Nicholas shouted after his young wife as she fled the flat, cradling...